Grantaire paused as he saw the woman. He smiled slightly at the look on Enjolras' face, and stepped forward. As they came nearer, he noticed her nightclothes looked like something from their own time. He reluctantly dropped Enjolras' hand as he came closer - both because she might be uncomfortable, and because Enjolras might be too.
He stopped a little distance away from her still, not wanting to startle her. "Good morning, madmoiselle. Have you just arrived?"