R hurries after her, stooping. He'd like to say it's to keep out of cover but apparently that old instinct to hunch isn't completely gone, especially in dark, cramped places like this parking lot.

"Wait!" He's convinced someone will hear them, his throat catching. It comes out in a hoarse, urgent whisper. "Wait, I didn't say I had food right now. When I do have it. I'll bring it."

Eponine moves fast, R's bare feet slapping against the concrete as he catches up. What, did she think he'd made out like a bandit at the Cornucopia? R would've thought the lack of blood stains on him said all it had to.