Eponine has NO idea what has just happened. Fair enough, he doesn't want her services - that had been apparent for quite a few minutes now - but Eponine still blushed in shame when he mentioned her clients. She truly hates working as a prostitute - loathes it. Worse than pickpocketing or thieving or even rifling through dead people's pockets. But sometimes it is necessary. Like when she ends up in a scary city completely alone and frowned upon for being a newcomer even before she is frowned upon for her clothes. She feels like she should explain all of this to Yosuke, but she cannot make the words come out. He would not care anyway.

But why is he not sending her away? Is it a trick whilst he goes to get the police? She's seen those magic things where people can just talk and others can hear. Miserably, she takes her skirt, and slides into the bedroom, pulling it on once she's behind the door. And only there, in the relative privacy, does she allow herself to sob silently, for everything that happened before she came here, the robbery, Marius' lost love, her father's threats - and for what has happened since. She'll stop as soon as she hears Yosuke coming though. Eponine refuses to be weak enough to cry when someone else can see.