"Does it matter for the word you use?" Eponine throws her hands up, completely impatient. "You lost me my loot, my wage, the phone, all of it, you little creature. I need the money, for there are people I must pay. What am I to tell them? A child has lost me the money for it opened it's mouth in stupidity? NO!"

She goes to push Dodger's shoulders. "Twenty pounds. Now."