That makes Eponine laugh. "I don't need help to cheat, M'sieur. But it is kind of you. It don't matter though, honest. There's nothing to be done, and there's no one I should phone."

Seriously, any phone belonging to Eponine would end up filled with numbers of drug dealers, parole officers and fences to shift what she's stolen.

"You were a good man, weren't you?" She asks regretfully. She lights her cigarette and drags on it slowly. "You're trying to help me what murdered you. You feel sorry for me. You don't need to... but it shows you are kind!"