"And who should be willing to be killed, Madame?" Eponine chuckles a sour laugh, sore that her chase had been lost. "There isn't so many that would welcome the likes of us."

Eponine looks Evie up and down, noting her dress, her authoritative manner.

"I've been sent to London. I'm supposed to find Monsieur Jean-Claude. 'Parnasse said 'e'd do right by me if I asked 'I'm proper." She pauses, eyes narrowing. "I thought, p'raps, dinner first. There ain't no sense in being hungry when it ain't needed, I always say." She shakes her head impatiently.
"What is one breather? They are lucky it should be quick. I know so many what like to play with 'em, you know?"