Her brow came together in a perfect play at concern, and she fussed over Eponine before turning back to face Alex. Time to see how much of a gentleman he really was.

“You don’t have a pillow or anything? Her ribs are cracked… Let’s at least get these out of the way, hun, I can sit them on my lap.”

And she gently, slowly moved to adjust the bag of cans as much as she could without causing blatant pain; at least the cramped quarters would be a good excuse to hold onto the supplies, now that she didn’t have to carry them around.