Vicky Po:

Nice girls don't swear, her mother always says.

Nice girls don't drink, either. They don't drag themselves into
work for a morning shift still hung over from the bender the
night before. Nice girls don't cut up dead bodies for a living.
They don't smell like formaldehyde, strong soap and desperation.
Nice girls aren't nicknamed 'The Queen of the Dead' by their
co-workers and banished to the basement.

Nice girls don't ache for the strong, sure touch of Sara
Pezzini's hands on their bodies.

Vicky will never be a nice girl.