It's the sound of his mother tongue that pulls Enjolras from his normally quick stride through the common area. He glances over, expecting to find Marius entertaining some curious soul or another but instead his eyes fall incredulously on Courfeyrac. After spending ten months in the Capitol, Enjolras is more than at peace with a limited amount of selfishness, and feels no shame in his happiness at seeing his friend. He half-jogs over, not bothering to hide any of his enthusiasm. How could he? Why should he?

With a brilliant smile on his face, one that puts the grandeur of even the ridiculous statue to shame, he pulls Courfeyrac bodily into a quick hug. In his rush to find a greeting suitable for the occasion, it actually seems easier to dispense with it all together, and instead of anything proper or appropriate, he simply answers the eavesdropped question. "She can't speak French, my friend, but you know at least a little bit of English."

With a jovial slap on the back, Enjolras pulls himself away, warm smile firmly in place. It's the first time he's smiled like this in a very long time, probably since before the barricade, even. Glancing between Venus and Courfeyrac, he continues, this time in English. "I am happier to find you here than I should be. Regardless, there are introductions to be made. Venus, this is my friend Courfeyrac. We were students together in Paris. Courfeyrac, this is Venus Dee Milo, she and I share a District."