Re: Near the edge of the crowd
Nina rotated abruptly at the touch, brushing her hand against her skirt and somehow coming away with a knife. She had palmed it and shifted her weight so that she could easily throw a punch before she really registered who had spoken. The woman directly behind her looked almost comically out of place, even before she mentioned Bellum. Not a threat.
She flipped the knife back under her hand and relaxed a fraction. "Oui," she answered automatically, pure Eponine. "You too?" Nina was distracted, studying the woman's face, which was familiar. The angles came together in a way that looked a little like Blue Hawaii. There was no time to pause on it though as the press of the mob became more urgent, the inhuman frenzy turning more and more heated. The hand without the knife reached to pull the woman closer as to not lose her and tugged. "We are in France." In case she couldn't tell. "Paris. The citizens are angry. They will storm the Bastille, if they have not begun already. It is a great day for France, but very dangerous." Eponine was in a sort of awe right now. This day was legend, although her education about it had been sparse. "There will be police and we must find clothes. She thinks I am dressed like a prostitute."
'She' was Eponine, but Nina didn't bother clarifying, just kept trying to push out of the crowd.