Gene cannot decide who to glare at more, the obnoxious Frog or the irritating woman. He settles for splitting his gaze between the two. He vaguely listens to what she says, then ignores it.

'You're not French?'

Javert slides his eyes sideways to take him in. 'My mother was Romani. Perhaps my father too, I do not know.'

Gene snorts, and rounds on Shufti. 'I can't believe I'm about to bloody say this, but listen to the gyppo. You're standin' there, spouting off about discrimination, while discriminating against us. That's bloody rich.'

Javert rolls his eyes. Englishmen. All alike.