He sounds like he does know, and for not the first time, Eponine wonders about the boy's home he's spoken about before, wonders about before, what got him there and how much he does understand.

He calls her duck, and she should shy from it, toughen against that sort of affection that creeps in and makes you weak. She should put up walls against an older man who needs her for something, who's willing to keep secrets. And she will, perhaps, in the morning. But right now she hasn't slept or even eaten properly in a while, and Marcus is trusting her with his own suspicions, isn't he, and it's like he hasn't even noticed that small bit of affection.

It's a bit of safety, for tonight. It's nice. It's nice to have something to do, too.

"I can look for that," she says, and nods solemnly. "I'll give you any information I get. I'm good at seeing things, at keeping them quiet," Ponine adds. "Always was at home."

She sighs a little and leans against him all at once. "I have to go back, tonight, don't I."