Enjolras has not used the skills in an actual fight so much as he's been in bouts before, fencing being the one typical hobby of the rich that he'd taken to enjoying enough to actually practice at home. He's been using it more often here, too, since the last landfall, when he improved some of his skills, and as things started to heat up here. He's rather glad he's done it now, along with the skills he learned for some defense.

As Raine speaks, Enjolras is nodding, licking his lips, which feel a little dry.

"I can manage that, I think. I have before." He's not adding that the time 'before', still ended with his friends', then, later on, his own death. It had hardly been a proper foil he'd worked with then, either, but a rather large staff he'd found. Since he'd practiced again here, he'd purchased a decent foil, and been working at it.

"Oh good." He's nodding at her device, and, just in case, where she's storing it. "Yes, Tony is good at what he does. At least, better than I can imagine being when it comes to this sort of thing." Really, He has no idea how the kid manages it. Even Combeferre and Leo, working together, wound up doing more along the lines of, well, blowing things up.

"Functional is a good place where I can come in." he adds, "If you can get those who are badly hurt to a level where I can step in, and make them suitable to go back to the lines, it may save you some resources to move to someone else."

If her powers work that way. Enjolras gained his so recently, and so randomly, in that dreaming realm, that he is rather unsure of how it might work for others.

"I had hoped so." He allows himself to smile a bit himself. "I suppose we'll find out for certain once it hits, but at least now we seem prepared. I am glad of that much."