[ R looks down at the once-shaken man who's apparently regained every bit of his composure that he usually held. Speaking of holding, the assassin is momentarily enraptured by the fact that the man who'd just tried to be shot at for a second time was staring into his eyes, not at the still smoking gun in R's right hand. Fearless. An absolutely strange thing to him. ]

I just stopped you from getting shot. [ He holds up the pistol, and gestures it toward the mouth of the alley. ] This? Was shot at the attacker. As I said before, if I wanted you dead you would be.

[ A pause and he looks over Enjolras, waiting to find blood pooling somewhere and find that he'd failed to protect him anyway. ] Are you hurt?