Cosette had dashed in the general direction that Marius had canted his head towards when they had locked eyes on their platforms. She was thankful her pajamas were easy to maneuver in and get around in, though she would have had to make do any way possible.

The museum was frightening in a way, she wasn't sure what everything really was, but she didn't want to take the chance to figure it out. Ducking out of the way of the frenzied rush to the cornucopia, she found her way to a hiding spot as soon as should. Simply hiding behind the carriage-- car... That wouldn't be enough. She'd still be out in the open.

Glancing every which way to make certain that no one was immediately near her, she crouched and shimmied her way underneath the car, eyes locked where she felt Marius would be coming from after the dash. She could only hope that he and Courfeyrac made it out alright, but she refused to dally on the idea that either of them had become injured. She heard the sound, their agreed method of finding each other. Hesitantly, she knocked on the floor. Just a few knocks that would alert them she was okay and the vague idea of where she was.