Eponine scowls. "I have been thieving longer than you can think on," she mutters. She's never bothered to wipe phones she's stolen before: the dealer has always done that. Never once has it been an issue until this smart-mouthed child came along.

She backs off though, folding her arms around her skinny middle. "I should watch it. There are them what are more dangerous than I, boy. It is their money you have lost, and they might come after you for it."

After they have beaten Eponine and denied her her fix until she's come up with another way to pay the debt she owes already. Eponine already knows how that will end, but it doesn't mean that she has to like it.

"Your cockiness will get you killed, you know. It got -" Her voice catches. It got Gavroche. All that time ago, and the memory of him still makes her regret his death. "You should keep people like me onside, boy. Women like me, we bring trouble when we are wronged."