[Valjean lowers the knife-cup (it's a blender) back to the countertop and turns upon being addressed. He doesn't seem at all surprised that someone's there; you don't get to be a fugitive his age by botching your perception rolls.]

I'm afraid I have not, monsieur. Though there are certainly many young women here...far too many, for such a place as this.

[He's rather selfishly glad Cosette is not among them.]

She is the princess, yes? Do you know her?