He's quick enough after her, footsteps arguably less light as he goes (the element of stealth has been blasted out of the water as it is), though less quick to stop as she draws up suddenly. Charlie nearly collides with her, catching her shoulder as much in an effort to keep her upright as it is to steady himself.

The question isn't what he's expecting - as if he was anticipating one at all. "Seriously? Pardon the pun, but I don't think this is the time." They've got bloody swords leveled at them, thank you very much.