At the slightest sign of violence, Charls' instinct was to protect himself in terms of zapping and that was what he'd intended to do when Conall shoved him back, freeing his hands so he could conveniently shove back with an added zing of electrons. He didn't, of course, although some vague threads of silver might have stitched his digits together but they were only there for a hot second. Charls was still cool-headed enough to understand that Blair would clip him in the ear if he fought with a fellow mutant in public right now. Although part of his earlier instructions was also to hurt as much Centurions as he could.
But there was a camera that could see at least the back of Cora's head, and another one just across the road. Charls saw this while he was looking for a device or an outlet he could escape through. His mind worked quickly and what it told him was to raise his hands in surrender, although it was still formed to push. "Let's not be violent here in public," he warned Conall and Cora. "You know I won't be here if I wasn't just protecting my work and now I want to understand, why did those IP addresses come from Staten Island." There was still a vague hint of an accusation in his tone. Simply enough, if it wasn't Conall, it was someone else in his team. Or maybe it was a Willowbrook student fooling around.