[ charles' smile is understanding, but he has to huff a laugh, then, before his grin turns just a tad wry. ]

Well, [ he says, and something self-deprecating sneaks into his tone, ] You'd need someone to open a door for you, first. And then probably some good notes to get through, to her, and back.

[ a pause, and charles could just stop there, but he has a need to fill in the silence, and the words keep pouring out of his mouth. ] Did you know you can't actually, you know, see the rooms for what they are when you go in? But you can see when you come out. Only, you wish you didn't, it's not — it's not great.