Enjolras looked up when he realised that there was someone approaching, his stance immediately becoming defensive. Still, the oncoming figure was just a girl, not a soldier of the National Guard sent to hunt him down. He relaxed a little, but his body remained tense, his anxiety not aided by the stream of foreign words the woman uttered. Was that English? Enjolras knew a little English. He had read a few pamphlets published in England, as best he could, and he had a little understanding of how the language worked. At that moment, though, his brain wasn't functioning on full capacity. He felt stunned and panicked. "Je ne comprends pas," he said, shaking his head, his blue eyes wide and full of uncertainty. "Parlez-vous français?"