Eponine furrows her brow, because Regan signs rather faster than she's quite up to herself, but she's learning that if she doesn't focus on every word and instead tries to get the gist it's better. She understands crazy and how and calm, and from there's it's not much trouble to figure out what she's being asked, along with Regan's concerned, perplexed expression.

"Sorry," she says about her staring, "I only know a little sign language." She emphasizes little, making a face. She thinks for a minute. There's no nice way to put this.

"Home was bad," she signs, trying to figure out how to put it into words she knows. Her grammar's shoddy, but she thinks she's getting it across. "I knew I could die, all the time. But I ...saved a friend." She hand spells saved. "It's good that it meant something."

"And," she adds, "it's been more than a year knowing."