"It's a Camus quote. He hasn't sent you anything this Arena? I thought you were at least getting...you know, nevermind." She takes the note, back, a sad little frown sneaking into the corners of her mouth. And she sighs, not the heavy sigh of exasperation but the little mew of air that she can't quite keep inside her. "He makes me feel so...used up, sometimes."

She stretches her legs and starts to pull things out of her basket. She's brought too easily to tears the last few days, probably a side-effect of not having her medication, and she isn't going to waste precious water on Enjolras right now. She'll thank him to the cameras later, and then more importantly, ask for clarification when she's revived again.

"I think there are worse things we could do than have wine go straight to our heads. Here, let's do the chocolate too." She pulls a caramel out of her box and tosses it over onto Courfeyrac's lap, then pulls a bottle out of the basket. "Bubble bath? Where the hell does he think we'll get bubble bath?"