"This is rough work, Molotov." They'll never be able to pretend they haven't been playing the game with Eponine leaking all over their clothing. Tom grunts a bit and keeps his hand pressed down, keeps Eponine's head against the counter until it becomes apparent that she isn't going to fight any more.

Still, he understands the need for rage. He knows that Molotov usually is much more professional about these things.

Eponine's not even entirely dead before Tom says "we should get her to an airlock before her bowels go slack. I don't want to deal with the mess."