There was just one thing for that, and the last thing Enjolras wanted was for Azelma's sister to be any more worried than she might be with a phonecall so. He picked it up for now, taking a deep breath.
"Hi...Azelma's sister?..." What had she said her name was again? Enjolras had heard her name at the barricades too, but at the time, he had not actually been focusing on the already dead so.. "...Ponine?" he tried.
"Azelma and I had met to talk some things over and...I didn't know at the time that she was having a baby or I wouldn't have brought up the possibility. I was with the ABC in 1832 and I think I may have jarred some things that aren't good for her. She's...run to the restroom and...she definitely needs you."
At that point his own phone started going off, with text alerts, but he ignored them for the moment. This was a little more important than whatever Bahorel wanted.