Charlie's on time - he doesn't really have anywhere else to go once he's beyond the point of 'alright, well I'm not getting blown up quite yet so now what?' So he makes his way hastily back to the treeline, pulse hammering in his ears from the explosion, the echo of heat still at his back.

He crosses over into the trees just as he catches wind of the sound of guards shouting - close enough, no doubt, that they could've caught sight of him. He swears mildly, "Shit," and makes his way deeper into the trees, hoping to lose the bastards in the foliage. He goes for haste rather than stealth, crashing his way through the trees and brush. The more distance he can get between himself and the guards on his tail, the better. And if he leads them on a bit of a chase from a safe distance? Well then all the better.