Why was he staring? Was something the matter? Was she not dressed as she should be? Oh she'd done something wrong. She knew it. Of course she couldn't look right even in a place like this. She'd bought the wrong thing with the card that she was told stood for money in a clothing store. When he finally spoke his hellos Eponine smiled nervously. Oh she'd never been nervous around men, but he'd put her on edge now, the way he'd looked at her had thrown her more than she'd expected. But then men never looked at her like that. Marius had never stared at her in that way.
"Hello." she returned again in the same language and found herself more than happy to be getting out of the complex. It was probably best that she did, that she got used to this world. And Enjolras was a better guide than most, she knew him, she trusted him and of course she felt safe being around him. The streets would be noisy, they were noisy even at night and she found that she didn't like it. She liked when it was quiet and when she could think. When she could be alone with her thoughts. Everything was too loud here, even in the complex. She had yet to get past the dislike of all of that.
But the barricades were a long time ago now, a different government ruled their France now, perhaps a better one. But they were tied to this place, and she had to come to terms with that in her own way. She started by taking the arm of the leader of the revolutionaries and nodding to him. "I would like to see it, we can talk, you can tell me of your friends. Of the things you've been doing here since we arrived?"