[There are so many things in those few sentences that actually mean nothing to Eponine at all. So clearly, she's going to comment, because she's not the sort of person to keep her mouth shut. Ever.]

Anchorage, savant and weirdstones mean nothing to me. Nor does 'dry cleaners' or 'denim'.

The best way to remove blood from fabrics is with the spit of the person whose blood it is.