The warnings are appreciated it - saves him from cracking his skull open once or twice. By the time they turn off and find themselves in a distant, quiet part of the city, Charlie's faintly winded from the run. Christ, he's out of shape -- though honestly, he's never been much of a sprinter. He huffs out a low, "Well done, eh?", scrubbing his hand across the gritty back of his neck. Wipes his hand absently off on the linen at his hip.

"Shame about the scroll though." He shoots Chloe a sidelong look, dark more from the lack of ambient light than anything. "You didn't have to be so bloody cavalier about it, you know."