"I believe I made it up to--and through--green, having started with red."

He grins, suddenly and wryly, at Simon. It's true, he's not usually this quiet. In the back of his mind he's reflecting on whether making a public spectacle of oneself at a party is really the same in Milliways as in Paris, where it at least made a political statement. But mostly he's just delighted that Joly is connecting with the infirmary. "I"m afraid I'm not so allegorical a representative of the Republic as our friend Enjolras."