The thrill of Little Rock finding weapons for them was diminished slightly by the realization that without cartridges and powder, their, her musket was little more than an over sized prop. He had no doubt that if pushed came to shove, it would provide at least a little intimidation. However, at close range, and most of the incidents he'd face had been close range, it was a rather clunky bludgeoning weapon and nothing more. Moreover, the make of it was awkward and unfamiliar to him. He missed the shorter barrel and lighter feel of his carbine.

The musket did, however, provide them one piece of actually useful equipment. Attached to its barrel was a long bayonet that had yet to be rusted beyond use. It was more intimidating, yes, but also significantly more useful than either of the small folding knives they had. Enjolras' one fear, quite honestly, was that of his companion misusing the blade and somehow injuring herself. Which is what brought them to a clearing in the town directly below the building in which they'd taken up residence. It was dark and while he might normally have been wary of the lack of visibility, they were, after all, swinging around very large weapons. He was relatively confident in his ability to fend off anything that would attack them here.

"Now, you must hold it steady. The top of the knife isn't sharp, but you shouldn't risk touching the blade unless you're cleaning it."