The weight of the gun is familiar in his arms, and its size rested a little more normally on him than it does on her. He didn't begrudge her being the one to find the weapon, or her ownership of it, but he could acknowledge that Little Rock looks just a bit ridiculous with it, even if she wasn't exactly willing to do the same. He held it, balanced against his arm and breast, gazing over the barrel as if aiming at some unseen point in the distance. "You would hold a musket like this if you were firing it. We lack powder and cartridges, but it's useful information to know, all the same. It's very powerful. When I was young, like you, it used to knock me off my feet sometimes."

It was then that he spotted an indistinct shape moving toward them quickly through the darkness.

"Behind me!" He called to Little Rock, lowering the gun, and stepping in front of her. She was useful in a fight, there was no doubt about that, but only if she could stay mobile. Enjolras readjusted the gun and by default, the bayonet, defensively in front of where they stood.