"Well that's a mighty fancy title," Florence remarked. While she wasn't ashamed of being a dance hall girl,she wasn't exactly proud of it either. But it beat prostituting and it paid exceptionally well, compared to what other women made that worked on their own. But an apothecary's apprentice, Florence thought. That must have been some job. 
"And I'm sorry to hear about yer pa...we've all lost someone in this fucked up situation," she remarked, not bothering to pardon her language. Out of all the things that truly mattered, manners weren't one of them. Not now.