The initial noise from the screens, amplified by the silence they assumed when they first set up camp, or whenever there was a lull in conversation, was quick to devolve into a constant, background noise that was effortlessly ignored.

Marius, in fact, had not been thinking of the screens for quite some time, having gotten used to its constant, repetitive drone in his ears. So when he heard a different voice speak it was like hearing glass shatter, and the broken monotony yanked his attention.

He jerked his head up, staring at the screens with tired, heavy eyes, and it took a good moment for him to recognize the faces on the screen. His brows drew together as he reached for the person nearest him, shaking them gently on the shoulder before canting his head towards what appeared was a pre-recorded conversation between Enjolras and his mistress.