Charon cast a glance towards the front door, his forehead creased slightly. "Not that I remember," he said, though it was clear he wasn't really thinking too much about it.
But then Makaria called through the door, and he sighed and clapped a hand over his eyes. "Gods above and below," he muttered. "Let me at least tell her I'm not feeling well, or something. Or she'll stand out there for an hour."