[OOC: Thanks for checking in! Eponine doesn't know a word of English, so to circumvent language barriers, I usually go with 'magic'. She thinks she (and everyone else) is speaking French. They're hearing her in whatever language is convenient! So go whichever direction you like, I don't mind!)
Eponine turns when she hears the voice, half smiling as she realises such a handsome man is addressing her. After a moment of staring, she shakes her head and drops a clumsy curtsey, clearly remembering her manners.
"To welcome me? But who should want me? I mean, excuse me, Sir." Her smile becomes awkward. "I didn't mean - only that, well..." She shrugs and glances down at her rags, clearly self-conscious when she compares herself to the other guests.
"Are you from Paris too, Sir? Your words are right, and there is a thing in your voice, but a thing no as well. Are you a student? My - my friend -" For Marius, at least in her head, is a friend - "is a student as well. I might have been one, but... well. No."
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Eponine turns when she hears the voice, half smiling as she realises such a handsome man is addressing her. After a moment of staring, she shakes her head and drops a clumsy curtsey, clearly remembering her manners.
"To welcome me? But who should want me? I mean, excuse me, Sir." Her smile becomes awkward.
"I didn't mean - only that, well..." She shrugs and glances down at her rags, clearly self-conscious when she compares herself to the other guests.
"Are you from Paris too, Sir? Your words are right, and there is a thing in your voice, but a thing no as well. Are you a student? My - my friend -" For Marius, at least in her head, is a friend - "is a student as well. I might have been one, but... well. No."