Eponine just shrugs. She's convinced that her life is worth nothing, or very little at the most. Honestly, she doesn't care any more. It's become so engrained in her, that she's completely and utterly dispensable, that she doesn't even flinch to think about it any more.

She lolls against the bars, smiling shyly at Nadine. "You're a kind lady, you know? No wonder they let you free. You're not like the rest of us down here. There's lots of good in you"