Eponine bit her lip, hard, as she leaned forward onto her hands and knees to crawl to the other end of the tent. She whined, just a tad, as she squeezed past Alex and Mona, back into the corner, back into the far end of the tent. And once there, she all but collapsed into the side of it, sinking this time, so that she was half sprawled on her back, her backpack of tins once more jamming into her uncomfortably.

She wasn't bothered about how handsome Alex was - barely even registered it. She just tried to screw herself up as small as she could; with her back to the tent mouth, she'd be the first to be shoved out. Ans she concentrated on evening out her breaths, taking small, shallow gasps so her ribs didn't move as much.

"Th - thank you, Monsieur. Madame. We will - I do not know what we can do for you, Sir, to thank you. We'll pay you back."