Joss smirks. "Hardly." She's an odd creature, this Eponine. He's not quite sure she's all there, really, and he makes a mental note to hide anything valuable before he lets her into his flat. Anything he can't replace.

"If they did hang you it's not like it would do anything," Joscelin points out distractedly, summoning an Uber. They'd attract less attention on the Tube but that will take too long and Eponine desperately needs a shower. "Not unless the hangman got the numbers wrong and the noose took your head off. You'd just swing for a bit until someone cut you down and a little more blood would put you right as rain. Speaking of which, here's our lift. Do try to be a good girl and not eat our driver, hmm? I'm not tall enough to reach the pedals and I doubt you've got a driving license."