It was fast and loud, too fast for Enjolras to see clearly what had happened. One minute he'd been guarding Little Rock against the indistinct shape moving toward them, the next the shape, a woman apparently, was practically on top of him.

With the proximity he could more accurately assess her size and determine that there was no real danger posed to them. In fact, he knew her from the Capitol. This was the-- She was, more than likely, an invalid.

"Help me." He ordered Little Rock, tensely. "I know her, she won't hurt you. She's troubled."

Lady was still moving against him, and as he considered her quite insane, Little Rock assisting was a gamble. Nevertheless, the girl had proved she was less fragile than he gave he credit for on multiple occasions. Maybe it was time he actually started treating her that way.