Of course he wouldn't know why they were meeting. Charles, thus far, had given no indication to those outside the relevant involvement. It was how he liked everything to run. It prevented those scientists lower down from getting ideas above their positions, and prevented those at the top from needing to cater to matters beneath them. Still, the reason why he'd felt compelled to discuss this with Samuel went a little deeper under his skin than protocols.
"I suppose," he mused, "you can say it's more of an unofficial reason this time." His fingers pressed hard again the glass were subtle evidence of his distaste as he said, "The mad bitch formally known as my wife is being reassigned here again. Somehow I doubt Kathryn has changed much from the woman who couldn't cope with her duties and had to be dragged off the island screaming after attempting to put my head through a window."
He took another neat sip of the drink, and then slowly thumbed the top of his glass. "I'd find it assuring if I knew I wasn't the only one keeping an eye on her. If it was just me, I wouldn't ask for your concern, but... my family would not be as capable of dealing with her if she were to relapse."