It... it stings... sort of. A little bit. To hear Nadine say she had other stuff to do than to come and see Eponine. It stings and Eponine knows it's stupid and that of course Nadine has better things to do than comfort a wicked French girl...
But it stings. Eponine touches her own face, her broken nose, her blood encrusted cheeks. She just wants comfort.

"You have a group?" Eponine repeats numbly. "I... I don't need looking after... but I don't want to be by my own. If you'll have me. I'll do what you want, you know, if you give me shelter and protection with you and the M'sieur."