"Yeah? At home, it is the drunks and the druggies that will supply us. I don't think they know, but it's the scum, innit? Fair game and that." Eponine replies conversationally. "He's a good 'un, then? This Jean-Claude? I wonder what 'Parnasse had to do with him then?"

She grins at the mention at food. "Only, what do you want? There ain't so many what would do something for nothing. I've got money, but…" She glances again at Evie. "You don't need that, do you, Ma'am?"