He managed another smile for her, giving a nod, "I'd appreciate it." Though as soon as she was gone, the door was locked behind her, no one was going to be coming back in anytime soon, not if he had any say in the matter.
He knew he'd seen the reflection that time, and he padded over, settling into his usual chair beside the chessboard, studying it intently for a long moment, finally just sending a tendril of thought: Charles? He wasn't anywhere near as good at projecting as Charles was, not being a telepath himself, but he had been getting better at it, right up to the other man's disappearance.
At the moment he wasn't sure which he was more afraid of; that he wouldn't get an answer, or that he would.