"Mm, noted." He puts his index fingers to his temples, reaching around carefully to see what he could find with his eyes closed for a moment. It was a little different than normal, being inside of a dream instead of the real world but a mind was still a mind whether it was sleeping or not.
A few projections are starting to give him some mean looks as they pass. Charles pays them no mind right now, seeing if he can change the scenery. The buildings morph slightly and now they are on a street corner in London. A double decker red bus goes by.