The words were English, but the accent was familiar and comforting. And that? Well, that he needed just then. Because something was really, horribly off at the moment. This wasn't Heaven, was it? If the beautiful brunette was an angel, then he was even more confused, because he was pretty certain angels didn't dress that way.
"I am..uncertain," Enjolras admitted, feeling a bit lightheaded. His knees felt a little weak, too, and he was sure he was a bit more pale than normal. For a man so steadfast and so confident with every step he took, being this off of his game was unsettling. "I am afraid I do not know where I am. It sounds mad, I know, but...only the truth."
It didn't even occur to him to be worried about his clothing standing out. He was too surprised to be in an entirely other place to worry about being in an entirely other time. Never mind the fact that he could still smell the gunpowder on his skin and he probably looked a mess. It was war, what could anyone expect?
"If you could just tell me where I am, madame, I would greatly appreciate it." Manners. He could use manners. She didn't seem an upperclass lady, but she still certainly deserved respect. And she was beautiful, he'd give her that. Once he could focus on something other than his impending death, that is.