As silly as it might sound, the collision is a relief. It pulls her out of her stupid, ridiculously melodramatic thoughts. Honestly, she needs to find something more productive to do (and something better to eat). All this sitting around, moping, and network stalking is getting old fast.

When Éponine stumbles into her, Caroline doesn't move an inch, remaining remarkably still. Her voice is similarly lofty, almost detached.

"Don't worry about it." She refocuses, and runs a hand through her hair. "Are you okay? You look more out of it than I feel."