"Sand, Madame? Is that what it is called? I have never seen it before."

She stares at it for a minute. "It is a strange thing."

Count to 3000? Eponine is fairly certain that she can't do that. She doesn't know enough numbers. But she says nothing.

"Over there, Madame." She points vaguely behind and to the left of her. "But look - over there."

Eponine's eyes spy the silver of a parachute landing in a dune a little in front of them. "What is that?"

((ooc: It's actually her water from Timaeus.))