Eponine sighs a sardonic laugh through her nose. "Worth a try, weren't it?" AtBulma's words though, she tries to wipe some of the blood from her cheeks. All she really does is succeed in smudging it further across her face.

"Is it so noticeable? I thought he were a bit hidden at least. Give me time, you know?" She shrugs, and goes to push past Bulma, shoving her with her shoulder to move the witch out of her path. As she moves, she closes her jacket tight over stained t-shirt, and holds it closed with her arms tight across her stomach. She puts her head down, letting her messy plaits hide some of the stains.

"Now move, breather. Let me past. I need to find a place to hide."