Who? Enjolras, Rawdon, Dan, Laura Where? Near the loading bay. When? After Rawdon's CB call. What? New arrival Open? Sure. Warnings Blood, gun, talk of violence, possible war chat.
While Rawdon had been talking into the CB, the new arrival seemed to have talked himself all out. He'd previously been pacing up and down with an air of arrogance, waving a flintlock pistol around as if it were actually loaded with anything now, and making demands in French that Rawdon was only catching snippets of. Fortunately, by the time Dan was telling him that he was coming with a first aid kit, the Frenchman seemed marginally less confrontational.
Then again, maybe he was just weak from blood loss. If it was even his own blood, that was. Considering his makeshift uniform and his weapon of choice, it was clear that he was a man not too far removed from Rawdon's own time - and the Colonel knew how those sorts of battles could be for blood splatter. He was n stranger to having the bath water run red despite not having a graze on him.
"Erm... there's a... doctor? Sort of..." Rawdon started to explain badly. He really should've tried to learn French, but the schools had decided early on that he had such a bad grasp of English that they weren't going to complicate matters by trying to make the poor boy bilingual.
For his own part, Enjolras knew more English than he was letting on. He was being tactical. If he feigned total ignorance for now, he might end up overhearing something useful later on. And if he gave too much away, they might start interrogating him about the others. They couldn't very well question him if he didn't know what was being asked.
"Docteur? Pourquoi?" he asked, a slightly wild hint of amusement in his eyes.
"Yeah... oui? Sort of," Rawdon pulled a bit of a face, and did a see-saw motion with his hand that indicated the 'sort of'. "And someone who can translate. They. Can. Speak. French. Oui?" he was telling him, as if saying it louder and slower would help at all. Enjorlas clenched his jaw to stop himself from either laughing or calling him out for being a patronising git.