"I did." She glanced away, evasive, and released a sigh. For now, a condensed explanation would have to do. "Your story...and Marius' story, Cosette's story...everything that happened? There was a book written about it. And a...play." The word 'musical' didn't sit right on her tongue just yet. Furthermore, she hadn't given her the entire truth, that she was very fictional in their world.
"You're fine," she was quick to reassure Eponine. "They're not looking at you, they're looking at your clothes." Honesty at its finest. "Fashions have changed a lot in the past two hundred years, that's all."
Which brought up another point.
"I have some clothes on hand at the Center that might fit you, but later on, I could take you shopping for some new things. I mean, if you want."