[ He's been at the window, getting a very thorough sense of what can be seen from this vantage point at different hours, because it's supposed to have the most thorough view of the bay. When his door suddenly opens, he turns quickly, and has just enough time to roll his eyes before the door bursts open again.

"Cap'n, I tried to stop her! She slipped right past me!" ]

Do you think I can't see that?

[ If it were anyone else but Daphne, he'd have the man flayed and tossed over the wall of the fort just for letting someone walk right into his room, but he knows Daphne well enough to be sure that there was very little that poor bastard could have done to stop her from getting in here. At least there's no blood.

He comes down the steps from the window, ignoring Daphne for the moment and glowering at his sentry instead. ]

You're lucky I invited her myself. Now get the hell out of here, and send down someone who knows how to guard a fucking door.

[ A muttered 'yes, sir' and a sullen, mistrustful glance cast toward this sneaky woman later, the door closes one last time, leaving the two of them alone. Charles finally turns to her, with some exasperation. ]

You're pushing your luck, Daphne.