There's a woman in the laboratory when Charles gets there, a scientist, someone used to the equipment provided. More used to it than him, really: not only was he always more comfortable with theorising than experimentation, a good deal of what's provided looks like science fiction to him. It's alright, he can extrapolate from what he knows if he must, but having a knowledgeable scientist nearby is a good start. If there are ghouls to be dealt with he'd rather not be alone in trying to piece together their origin.

"I suspect they're locked?" he calls out, voice raised to travel forward in the lab. "Or you might just be venting your spleen, I wouldn't judge you for that. Not in the situation we find ourselves in." He manoeuvres around a table before stopping a moment, waving a hand. "Charles." An introduction styled as an announcement.