"So you are a kinsman of mine?" Eponine's grin widens as she catches the familiar accent. She hurries after him.
"My name's Eponine, but I am 'Ponine to most." She doesn't give a surname: it's not necessary and if he is so fussed, then he will be able to trace her to Montparnasse. "Or worse, I suppose. Don't matter to me what you call me, Sir, but I think it's a pretty name all the same. My mama chose it. It were from a romance she read, a long time ago."

She digests the information. Jean-Claude has a place called the Nest, does he? Well, she is no stranger to clubs.
"I do not know how such a kind man leads. It is those who are ruthless that win in the end, I think."