Joly would welcome such opportunity, quite frankly, because the picture Courfeyrac was painting now was grim, extremely grim. There was obviously something they must do about it, as they could, but for the moment, the best way they could help anyone was probably here, in trying to win this arena, as horrible as it sounded. He may not wish to kill, personally, but he could ensure he stayed alive as long as possible, and brought them as much hope as he could.

"Well." He agreed, nodding. "Until then, I think." For now,he followed Courfeyrac to the supplies, then settled down among them, content enough to count and sort, if there was anything like contentment to be found here. "So far, you seem to have a fair amount, but let me see..."