Charles was sure there were many ways for Captain to communicate with the Natives, each more risky and fool-minded than the last... but asking Captain to elaborate would probably result in him having his ear nattered off for the next hour. He closed his eyes and drew a very deliberate, very contained breath through his nose, holding his frustration and then letting it go in a puff out outward air as his shoulders slumped.

"Before that, we're going to stop by home and get you cleaned up." He muttered. "I'm not in any mood to listen to those priests nag at me for the state you're in."

Now that the initial rush of adrenaline had worn off, Charles found himself beginning to dread that moment. It wasn't that he didn't think the priests weren't doing a good job, they were, it was just that he knew in his heart of hearts that enlightenment was just another name for peaceful self-delusion. He kept his interactions short and to the point where he could when dealing with Captain's caretakers, but he was sure his discomfort was visible given how it oozed off of him in waves as he tried not to make any comments that would give away his utter disdain for their livelihood.

The bell pinged as the lift juddered to a halt at their floor. Charles set his hand on Captain's elbow, not feeling the need to drag Captain again just yet, but still not trusting Captain not to run off if they didn't know Charles was keeping close tabs on them.