His eyes rolled before he could stop them, an exasperated huff escaping him as he grew more and more frustrated with this stranger by the moment.

"This is the problem with you Americans! Always assuming that it is the rest of the world that is backwards," he scowled again, shaking his head in obvious disapproval, "If it were one casual look it would be a different matter," and he probably wouldn't have noticed, in all honesty, "But as I have said you continue to pop up everywhere!" And had become a strange focal point in a memory Enjolras was sure that he didn't have. It wasn't even a memory per se- just a... feeling. Something distantly familiar, and deeply unsettling for it.