Eponine nodded - though inwardly, she had her doubts. She had no idea how to look cute - though 'desperate' was an expression which by now came quite naturally to her. And besides, her ribs really did hurt, so it didn't take much effort on her part to look forlorn.

"Monsieur?" She gasped out as soon as she saw Alex. "Please - let us shelter with you. Please. I cannot outrun the storm now. We can give you food - or water. Please, Sir."