Unsettling confusion reigns as you each look at each other, it becoming clear that you each hear the disagreeable words. Eponine clambers up a fencepost, leaning against the rickety shack for balance as she surveys the area. It's hard for her though, the darkness having blanketed the area only the torchlight illuminating the immediate area - the yard and horses visible but the rest just a black silhouette against the evening sky.

Spoiler: a perception roll
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Eponine perception (1d20-1)[0]