R shakes his head. Yeah, he'd hoped that too. That somehow if his blood came flooding back through his veins, maybe his memories from his life before would too. "I still can't remember it. Sorry. 'R's all I got."

He pauses as he peers around: giant plaza thing, empty lines in front of the ticket desk. He remembers seeing stuff like this before on the occasionally hunt but he doesn't recognize this particular building. R follows after Eponine, his shoulders hunching a little out of unconscious instinct as he peers at the desk and thinks what if someone got there ahead of us? They could be hiding there right now.

They don't get jumped, luckily. R catches sight of the posters and while he still can't read the words - literacy didn't come back, either - he recognizes the basic meaning.

"We're in a museum," he says, his whisper suddenly loud in the dusty silence of the lobby. He gestures Eponine over. "Why don't we meet here? If I can find you chocolate, I could give it to your here or leave it around here? How's that sound?"

He turned toward her. A better man would've schooled his face so he wouldn't give anything away, square his shoulders. R just looks anxious in his t-shirt and plaid pajama pants.