"I do not think you would last very long in my world, monsieur." Enjolras smiles, and there's only a little sadness in it. Whether that sadness stems from fond nostalgia, homesickness, or disappointment in the limitations of his time, is anyone's guess. "That is to say, we are not so sophisticated where I am from. You could not have your," he gestures to Chris' green liquid filled bottle, "electrolytes."