"Good. You shouldn't." Trust in general is overrated. Trust in Johanna... double so. She gives Eponine another little glance, flat and wary and curious all at once. What a weird girl.

"Well? Go on and get out of here," she says, too dull to be cruel, "or I'll change my mind and shave it right now. Find your stupid boyfriend. I've got stuff to do."

And she turns back to her locker, pointedly rummaging through the spare contents.