"MADAME!" Eponine jumps violently, turning round at Parker's voice. You know, doing that in an arena of death could be really dangerous. What if Eponine had been armed? Still, she says nothing about it, besides the shocked exclamation.

"Mademoiselle Parker, may I introduce Mademoiselle Mona?" For all the world, they could be in a French lady's parlour, gossiping over tea and croissants. Except for, you know, the unbearable heat, the stench of sweat and the possibility of death at any giveen moment.