Eponine has to bite her tongue hard to force herself not to reply to any of that. Already, she loathes this. She doesn't want to remember Paris.

She sits obediently, though she hates thst , too. Her first instinct is to rally against it, to do the opposite. She hates being ordered about. But sit she does, looking at the floor.

"What do you want to know of Paris? All of it?"