R doesn't mean to jerk his hand back - it just happens, as if there's a part of him convinced she'll bite his fingers off in her hurry to get at the donut. "This guy called Hans gave it to me. Said there's hundreds of pastries around here."

He pauses to give Eponine time to chew without choking, staring in morbid fascination as she packs it away. Talk about impressive. It takes R a moment to remember he has a voice.

"Maybe it's vending machines. Or cafes?" R's thinking aloud, trying to distract himself from Eponine and also jog his memory of places like this. All the background stuff the new hunger (used to) file as unimportant, trivial. Now all of a sudden it's important again. "Food places. Like cafeterias..."

He trails off again to stare at Eponine.