Eponine tips her head back in frustration. She knows he’s toying with her, and she hates it… but she can’t help herself. She craves attention and at least right now she has his.

At least, for now, Eponine can answer his question.

“I were asleep, Sir. It were in a ditch outside of Paris. I couldn’t go home. I… I don’t have no home to go to no more. Not since we were arrested there too. And then, I were in a pool, Sir. I thought to drown, for how am I to swim? But no, I am pulled out by the guards and they scream and shout and take my skirt - and for why? It is more holes than skirt anyway. Then they put me in chains and throw me in here, Sir. But I ain’t a criminal. I’ve not done nothing.”