[Enjolras picks up the difference in the accent there, his mind turning to a few people who he had the chance to meet in Paris, with the Rights of Man Society, and all the rest. He's reminded of a law classmate, born in Haiti, but even more of an artist who also painted flats at the theatre back when Hugo's Hernani caused a Romantic stir for the ages, who had helped him to understand the major stakes involved. The man had been American, he remembers, semi vaguely, in Paris to hone his skill and learn the art of Portraiture. He can't put a name to the face now, though he remembers just enough that he's somewhat able to place the accent.]

You would be from somewhere in the Americas, then?

And ah, I do forget that I've been here quite some time now. [He admits, ducking his head a bit at the admission.] Fairly current for my life at home, two years before I came to find myself here, we had our July Revolution. It did not quite succeed but it, and the painting, are a symbol that's been taken now. It was the year 1832, if that helps explain anything.