Oh - Orc was getting bossy. Eponine glared at him, though, actually, she would think on reflection that it was a refreshing change that he was being assertive. She did as she was asked though, pulling out the can, and slowly spelling out the label for Orc. She went to hand it to him, keeping the scissors for herself. She knew how to stab someone... now.

Eponine stepped back as she saw the figures coming towards her. "Who... what are they, Orc?" She asked, a sense of foreboding suddenly coming over her.

"Should we run?" she hissed.