[Javert studies the face of this woman, his hard, disconcerting gaze lingering on the unusual pink of her hair for a few seconds longer than he might normally. This is the first of the 'potentials' that decided to contact him via speech and visuals. He maintains his military posture and tucks his chin into his collar, considering what this woman could want.

He hardly bothers to answer her question.]

An agent of the authorities. [It's said with firm authority. Not even his archaic French accent could detract from that tone.] The Service interests you?