She's startlingly quick, given her condition. Those long legs carry her fast across the room, and she grabs Eponine by the front of the spacesuit with her free hand, the one not holding a knife.

"Come on, then," she snarls, stabbing the knife forward, aiming for Eponine's kidney. "Show me how much better you are." Molotov pulls back, then stabs again, and again. "Not so brave to speak up now, are you?"

Her arm comes up, and the knife comes down, toward the big artery in the side of the girl's neck.