Eponine screams as the Initiate's claws rip through Dennett's dinner jacket, and scrape across the soft tissue of her stomach. Little bits of blood dribble down, and she bends, trying to both clutch the shallow wounds and hide herself from Sigma and Sabriel and from the Initiate all at the same time.

"He - it attacked me! It attacked me over nothing." Eponine shouted out as she locked eyes with the Initiate again. He might be stepping back, but she didn't trust him to pounce again. And she was fairly sure she was done for, surrounded as she was by Sigma and Sabriel as well. Apparently, he had chosen another daughter. Eponine disliked Sabriel straight away. She shook her head.

"I am not doing anything with him. He has not even apologised for executing Ian. I shan't do anything any of you say. He wants to kill me, you wish me dead, Mr. Sigma, and I do not know who you are, Miss, but I will say that you choose bad company. Now if you please, let me be." Eponine straightened, wincing with the pain, and made to barge away.