"Yes, I'm downstairs volunteering. I haven't found out what to do quite yet. There's an empty room two doors down to the right." How does he know that? Well, he has eyes everywhere, and also he knows where she is. While Charles himself does not plan on going up there as talking alone in a room would be strange for either of them, he projects an illusion of himself inside.

He seems like a generally ordinary man in a wheelchair with dark tousled longer hair and vivid sharp blue eyes. But his smile is polite and warm when she comes inside. He continues to do what he's asked to in person, but his mind is with her.

"I'm used to living in less populated areas. The city has become very difficult for my mind to contain." Thus the pain. Voices at all hours, pounding in his ears until he goes a little mad from it. He's barely slept since he arrived, eyes red-rimmed because of it. "I must have accidentally drawn you in."