Uh excuse, rich college kid from Europe here!! The crease in between Marius's brows deepened, his confusion only growing all the more at Ian's last comment, but he chose to ignore it. "I know her from Paris," he told the boy instead, before facing Eponine once more. It dawned on him then that there had been some form of exchange between the two of them before his arrival, although the specifics of it he was not certain, other than the fact that Ian had provided her with some of his rations. In any case, he had hoped that Eponine did not force it out of his companion.

"What are you doing, Eponine?" And although he did not intend for it to come off as accusatory, there might have been the slightest bit of it seeping through his tone.