The man was skipping. And wearing a fedora... Charlie wasn't sure what to think of the person he'd charged halfway up a burning building for yet, but first impressions left him rather skeptical. Nelabasis wasn't exactly picky about who he converted to the 'dark side'... insanity did not exempt you his list of potential soldiers. Then again, the definition of insanity varied. Charlie thought of himself as perfectly sane and didn't feel like dealing with the man's... whimsy, today.
No, he'd come for a reason. Get the man and leave, get some answers, get in on this. Charlie activated his power. Nothing outwardly changed and there was no indication of him having used it, though his stance relaxed and he halted his steps. "Nah, me? I'm your ticket outta here." He smirked, idly lifting the collar of his shirt to cover his mouth and nose from the ash that had floated serenely down from the floors above. "Everyone's come to see your work," he drawled mockingly, his words slightly muffled but spoken at an audible volume. "You don't wanna disappoint them, do you? Order'll come running up those stairs any minute now, they'd make a nice front row audience and the Spectrum outside'll have the box seats. I'll keep 'em from mobbing you, you finish the show first." He paused, his eyes narrowing on the other, and he dropped the sarcastic tone. "But once we're out, I have some questions for you."