"Really? Just like that?" It wasn't that he thought she had any reason to lie about it, but from what he knew of what had happened, her being perfectly healthy was a bit of a stretch. It was, most likely, just one more strange thing this place could do, or that someone here could do. For all the things he saw every day, it was still a challenge to get his head around it and accept it.
"Not here. I studied in Paris, before...well, everything that happened." And unlike Enjolras, he was yet to go back to being a student again. Then again, a lot of what he and his friend did were complete opposites. Enjolras barely sounded French any more, Grantaire had yet to lose the accent. Enjolras still believed he could change the world, Grantaire lacked the belief it would ever be possible. His friends strength of will and faith were endless. He struggled to find close to the same.
"I work here at the gallery, sometimes. Are you studying?" He had seen her around plenty of times, with her friends. Or at least, he knew it was her now. Before, it might have been one of the others. Just another oddity of this place.