Charles is relaxing comfortably in his bed and reading when he senses someone approach his room. He tucks a marker into his book and walks toward the door. Whoever is trying to contact him is in far too much of a rush than he'd like to indulge at the moment, but when he peers through the peephole and takes a look at Ava he decides that at the very least he ought to hear her out.

He opens the door, smiling in greeting with the hopes that it would lessen the feelings of panic this woman seemed to have.

"Yes? What might I do for you?"