"Sure, sure, accusing me of being a dead man might be a bit of a stretch for their imaginations," he joked. Her light-hearted tone was catching, and appreciated. This whole situation was incredibly heavy, and he was going to go crazy without at least a little relief from that.
"Hmm..." Enjolras slowed his pace, pausing in a shop doorway to scan the crowd for her. His kneejerk reaction was to tell her that everyone who he cared about was dead, but he realised that was a defensive line and not completely fair.