Jane: *Giggling, singing with Liam* Pardon me ma'am what's that awful stench? Liam: Are we standing near an open trench? *Snorts*
Jane: *Snorts* We must be standing near an open trench- Liam: Smells like piss, piss with ink- Jane: Smells like-Ew! *Giggles*
Jane: *Snorts, walking* Liam: *Taps a stranger's shoulder* Wouldn't touch it if I were you dear-*Laughs, walking*
Liam: Jane, sing! Jane: *Snorts* Alright.. *Coughs* Liam: *Beams* Oh Mr.Todd! I'm so happy, I could eat you up I really could! You know what I'd like to do Mr.Todd? What I dream? If the business stays as good? Where I'd really like to go, in a year or so? Don't you wanna know? Do you really wanna know?..
Jane Moret Age- 18 Race- Human Personality- Scared of absolutely anything, feeble, can't make a pure judgement. Blacksmiths daughter Weapons- Her little dagger, which she is afraid of immensely.
Johanna: "Seems an awful waste..." Eleanor: "Such a nice plump frame, wha's 'is name 'as. 'ad." Gives a fake gasp. Sweeney: "Has."