[If allowed, Hattie would cup Eponine's chin, then lean in to whisper into her ear.]

It doesn't matter, I know how girls like you work.

Now listen to me, Eponine. I don't want to go back on my word, and I don't want anything bad to happen to you. But when I go home and find that Ella isn't coming back, there's only one conclusion I can come to, isn't there? That you had something to do with it.

And that's what the police would think, wouldn't they? You said you don't want to go back to jail, didn't you Eponine? And don't yell at me.