Enolras was unaccustomed to being late. He'd hurried from his rooms in the District Five suits with little regard for his appearance, but there were conversations happening to which he felt he'd needed to attend. People needed to consider the events happening around them. He found Eponine easily enough, walking up to her with a typical sense of somewhat sanctimonious urgency that although he was conscious of, particularly here among the other Tributes, avoxes, and the rest of their attendants, he couldn't be bothered to hide. She had suggested way to help his cause and that was, frankly, more important than any appearance of contrition for his opinions.

"Mademoiselle... Eponine, isn't it?" Extending his cuffed hand, he greeted her with a polite incline of his head. "Are those the crisps you mentioned?"