[Jack beckons to him, right at the edge of the patio where the Darkness isn't proofed against; the shop apparently has some really strong protection going.]

Sorry if I don't take my helmet off, I- don't want to be seen. I want to help, but not visibly, not now.

[He sounds hesitant, even. (He just wants to make Enjolras feel at ease, at this point. Bribing a shop assistant to keep the patio customer-free was easy, at least.)]

You've got people backing you up?