Molotov watches Eponine edge away, can see the chance to shrink the competition slipping away from them. She refuses to let this end without blood on her blade, without her teeth and claws bared for all the world to see, to know that even seriously injured, Molotov Cocktease is something to be feared.

She takes a potato and hands it up to Tom, nodding at him. Let her trust you. Dead girls can't eat potatoes anyway.