"He is the sort of man who hits when I do not do as he says." She has received many a punch, many a bruise from her hard-fisted lover - and yet, it is so nice to be loved, she's so trapped in Paris that she keeps on going back.

"But he loves me as well... that's why he hits." And pushes and kicks and holds knives to her throat until she obliges and lifts her skirts and spreads her legs. But as much as she hated him, was scared of him, her voice was quite emotionless when she talked of him. It warmed considerably, though, when she spoke of Sigma's son.

"I think he is lucky to have you as a father." True, in her world, Sigma would be likely long dead. But in this world - no. It was all different, was it not?
"Are we really like your children? I already have a Pa at home - but I would prefer a Pa like you. I think you are like the nice kind gentleman that took Cosette away and gave her the doll. I had laughed - but when Papa changed when we lost the inn, I had wished and wished that the gentleman would take Azelma and me away too. He had a right temper, my Pa. Drove my sister's hand right through the glass of our window so it bled and the glass smashed - and then we were frozen the whole winter through. And when I didn't do as he was told, it was my belt buckle on my legs or my back. But I do not think you would do that, would you? I think you would be a good Pa."