I said I'd bite the Creator's balls off. And I spat at a Guard.

[She laughs.] I told you I'm not a nice person. I don't really deserve better though, or everyone does, I suppose. Nasty people don't get nice things. Or they shouldn't anyway. See, an angel playing with the devil and buying me treats. Perhaps even you are corrupted to my wickedness now, and I'll lead you into trouble too.

[Eponine cuddles her doll for a moment, looking anything but wicked.]

Are they here? Dean and them? Or are you all alone?