[Charles blinks at his sudden silence where before Erik would cut deep, lash out at Charles for want of an outlet. Wondering what he's playing at, or maybe more because he's obviously concerned, Charles slips his hands into his pockets, ducking his head.] ...You're angry with me. [Because it's easiest to go with the obvious and work around from there.] Why. What's so horrible about what turned the satellite that you wouldn't trust it over what's hurting you?