As Charles entered the... wait? Was this even a room? It looked like the aftermath of an explosion. He looked around the room with disgust showing clearly on his face. He approached the group of people as he picked some greenery from his shoulder. "How does anyone work here?!" Maybe he'd ask Tasha, she was more familiar with the kind of conditions he was accustomed to - especially at his age. His eyes lifted to the broken windows. "I suppose you're going to say I should be thankful it's not raining?" He looked back to the rubble, wondering if he could volunteer Gidyun to clear it away manually.