Parker holds up the note so that Eponine can see it better.

"Sponsors don't like me. Don't like them much either. Like throwing crumbs at the starving, but then taking all other food."

Parker hands over the note, and then crosses her arms. "Nope. You give me some, he might not send you more. Think he's dickish that way. Keep your water. I can count." She's firm in her decision, sure it's the right thing. It's rare for her to have that certainty.