Slowly, she lowered her hands, but she kept her distance. "Monsieur, this better not be a joke. I... I have friends. They will come after you if you hurt me."

That was a lie. Eponine had nobody in the arena. Not any more. Howard wouldn't come near her. She had fallen out with Ian. Wyatt, she was sure, would rather see her swing than help her. Orc... well, she hadn't seen him at all. And Aunamee, well, perhaps, perhaps he was cross with her. But this Mouse did not know that.

But she couldn't help but smile, just a tiny bit, at his plea for clothes. "Monsieur, you are a dandy! I knew it! To worry about your sape at a time when we die? Well, you perhaps think i like to dress in pink ribbons and a strange suit, but no. No, I do not, but there shall be no more clothes until you die - perhaps a week away, perhaps two months or more."

[Sape = clothes]