On the plus side, this Kol bloke was speaking in French. But Kansas? Gavroche had never heard of such a place. "Well of course Paris exists, nothing could destroy Paris, even the King." The boy rolled his eyes at that part, choosing to focus on that rather than this bizarre place.
"Alright then. How do you do? My name's Gavroche." With a cheeky smirk, he held his hand out to shake, remembering the manners Enjolras had taught him. Enjolras had been the manners man, while his sister had taught him how to use charm to get what he wanted. And oh how he had to suppress a flinch at thinking of Eponine, his big sister, the only real family he had. The first to fall at the barricade.
"Don't suppose you've got anything to eat, do you?" There was no harm in asking, right? Besides, he was starving, with all the excitement of the revolution, scrounging for bread hadn't been top of his priorities for the last day or so.