Even if Eponine hadn't spotted the position she was in, Alex had as he quickly zipped the entrance of the tent behind him. "I think we'll fit, but both of you need to move to this end where it's wider. I'll sit there." He pointed at the narrow end where Eponine was trying to squish herself. It'd be a tighter fit for him, with his 1.78 meter height, but if she really was injured the battering she might take from the dust storm wouldn't help in the least.