[He really does come off like a threatening creep, unfortunately. Which really should have meant Nancy should have left him alone. But she was used to having a certain level of protection, and was filled with a certain level of sass, so here she was. Taking care of herself.]

An extremely weird coincidence.

[She doesn't believe him, and the look on her face is proof enough of that.] Usually, I can lose someone quick as you please. But you managed to stay on my tail. How the hell is that?

[Nancy had been raised to be an incredibly skilled member of the underside of London. Picking pockets, picking locks, and quick escapes were all part of the package. That she was capable of doing magic was just a bonus.]