She tucks her hand into his arm, feeling very proper and a little pleased, even if she can't shake the nervousness his expression inspires.
She recognizes the names, a bit, but she thinks she might recognizes the faces better of any one of those students. Grantaire, she thinks, is the one who Gavroche favored, the one who drinks and laughs more than the others.
"My brother?" She turns to him, surprised. "But I just -- well. I saw you, just a bit ago, too," she huffs. If she's to expect this city to make sense, she'll be waiting a time it seems. "What do you mean for a time?" Her eyes narrow a bit. That doesn't sound any good. It's not as though she expects a good end for any of them, but --
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Date: 2017-12-15 12:50 am (UTC)She recognizes the names, a bit, but she thinks she might recognizes the faces better of any one of those students. Grantaire, she thinks, is the one who Gavroche favored, the one who drinks and laughs more than the others.
"My brother?" She turns to him, surprised. "But I just -- well. I saw you, just a bit ago, too," she huffs. If she's to expect this city to make sense, she'll be waiting a time it seems. "What do you mean for a time?" Her eyes narrow a bit. That doesn't sound any good. It's not as though she expects a good end for any of them, but --