[A noiseless, humorless laugh.] Ah! You have it all planned already!

[Another silence. Javert loses himself to his thoughts, his lids dropping away from Tamaki and toward the papers on his desk. His pupils bounce, as if he were reading some invisible sheet of paper in front of his nose.

Something occurs to him all at once.]

How long have you lived here, Suoh? In the city. Is it a long while, more than most of these peope?