He shakes his head impatiently at first. "I didn't mean I was worried about--I was worried that they might have been, been affected. You haven't tried to get in touch?"

Feuilly finds he doesn't like the thought of someone else in Enjolras's body. Then his mind turns to the variety of people in Milliways, the variety of people who might now be anywhere--might have Enjolras's face, might be in Combeferre's room or Courfeyrac's, might be going through Joly's papers.

A glowering frown on Bahorel's face looks a good bit more alarming than it does on Feuilly's.