Combeferre is enthusiastic about the future's scientific safety precautions, even if distractably so. That means that the seats are mostly either clear or piled with only books and papers, which is the kind of hazard they're all thoroughly accustomed to. Enjolras finds his own seat nearby.

"Percy?"

"He didn't mention his father to me. Well, nobility, that was clear enough." Which isn't necessarily damning -- plenty of good men have been born to noble families, and equality applies to everyone -- but it does mean some background assumptions to work past, especially for someone coming from before the Revolution and the thinkers who laid its most immediate foundations. "He seemed to consider being a soldier more important to him. But he'd come straight from a battle."

"What did you think of him?"

Feuilly's expression is... interesting. And Feuilly's assessments are always worth hearing, of strangers or anything else.