Enjolras eyebrows rose slightly, a small yet perceptible sign of his surprise at the fact. A society without money, government or commerce was barely a society at all. What kind of a place was this? Still, at that moment, it worked in his favour.
"Who must I speak to about these apartments?" he asked, anxious to find some bolt hole where he might regather his thoughts and prepare for whatever this place held for him. "Is ther perhaps a cook-house where I might obtain a meal?" He was hungry, he realised. The fight at the barricade had made him weary and he hadn't eaten since the day before. The combination of these factors had made his mind feel slow and sluggish and Enjolras could not be happy unless he was in full command of his senses and actions.