Well, she hadn't expected that! Perhaps she would give back the acid spray after all. She was keeping the tuna though.

She clung onto Orc, wrapping her arms quite firmly about his neck. It would probably be better to be carried piggy-back style, but Eponine wasn't about to object to being carried in his arms. She loved that he felt the need to protect her in such a way, though she was certain that she could have run off by herself and hidden effectively enough that the faceless...things... whatever they were, would never find her.

All she said, though, was, "Am I seeing things? I am not, am I? Those things were truly in front of us, no?"