Let's hope you are correct, [he grumbles, checking himself in the wall mirror again when Naomi bursts into a cackling fit.] And they will not laugh at me today. But if they do... Well!

[Javert casts Naomi a sidelong glance.]

Then I shall give them a reason not to.

[Actually, that almost sounds like it could be a grand time, indeed. If he is very fortunate, than those street rascals will not recognize him at all until after he has ensured their arrest. It suits Javert's taste for dramatic captures very well. There is an indecipherable twitch at the corner of his mouth.]

My boots. Did you snatch them as well?