[Once more, she's ruminating on his words, taking them into consideration.] But you, Enjolras, will always hold more respect than me. I am a woman.

[He may or may not be fully aware of that. She doesn't have large breasts, but they're there. Reproductive organs? Not exactly healthy enough to work the way they're meant to, but she gets some fun out of them.]

I would not fight. Not for something that excludes me. That views me as less than, I suppose in this case, sentient. If that means I must not fight, I shall not fight. I have no desire to pick up arms again. I shall fight with my voice and fists if I must. I have always seen more success with them. [Remember that time she made a whole group of grown men run for the hills? Yeah, she does, too.]