Eponine glared at Orc resentfully. Why was he letting Diana have a weapon? He'd want his back, wouldn't he? And then she'd be left with none. Maybe that was his plan. Was he getting fed up of her? Diana was prettier than her. And wittier. Would he want Diana instead.

Silently, sullenly, she handed over the acid spray. She didn't really know what it was, whereas she knew, at least, that she could use the scissors and stab someone, should she have to.

She peered into the bag. "Wire, always wire. What are we supposed to do with wire. We should save the food until we are dizzy, though."