Jehan, interrupted mid sonnet by the commotion, looks around confusedly.
Handcuffs. Magically appearing handcuffs. And, judging by the swearing and exclamations, no keys to unlock them. And...is that Enjolras? And the spy?
Muttering a curse himself, Jehan hurries up to the bar, and murmurs a few words. Then he slips through the other patrons over to Enjolras.
"I don't know if this is Bar's work or someone else's," he says, without preamble or greeting. "But--" He raises the bolt cutter he just obtained from Bar. "I doubt this will work, but we may as well try?"
Jehan says nothing to the spy, because why bother?
no subject
Handcuffs. Magically appearing handcuffs. And, judging by the swearing and exclamations, no keys to unlock them. And...is that Enjolras? And the spy?
Muttering a curse himself, Jehan hurries up to the bar, and murmurs a few words. Then he slips through the other patrons over to Enjolras.
"I don't know if this is Bar's work or someone else's," he says, without preamble or greeting. "But--" He raises the bolt cutter he just obtained from Bar. "I doubt this will work, but we may as well try?"
Jehan says nothing to the spy, because why bother?