"I've had people want things, I don't want to give them."

There's a dangerous tone there, the voice of a little kid who once blew up a house, the voice of woman who thinks stabbing with forks is a rational reaction.

"Broken enough. Don't need more. Don't give them what they want."

Parker waves her hand out as if asking for them back, if given, she'll open them up, and move to put them on Eponine's face.

"Sunglasses. Stops the sun."

Now, she's peeling off the lid to the sardines. first. She doesn't like the idea, but whatever is in the can is going into her, or Eponine.