Sure enough, it was him. The man cut a rather distinct figure, if perhaps not for any good reasons, and so she had recognized him immediately. Even at a distance. That he was also a captive in this city, wasn’t enough to justify approaching him. Still...
As she drew near Charlotte lightly cleared her throat, hoping to get the familiar rogue’s attention. Not because she wanted to talk to him, but because she had to. It had to be him for such a matter. He would, after all, know better than anyone else. Even if anyone else among the former Nohrian army would have made vastly better company...
“Zero...” She began, forcing the brightest smile she could manage. “How charming to run into you here!” Her polite tone yet held the slightest traces of acid. Even this much, she felt, was far too great of an effort when dealing with him.
“It seems that quite a few members of our army have found themselves in this city!” There was no point in wasting any time on pleasantries, and so she skipped straight onto business. Without missing a beat, she continued. “Why I shouldn’t be the slightest bit surprised to hear about our dear Lord Leon being here as well! I don’t suppose -- you wouldn’t know anything about something like that, would you?” She glanced over at the nearby alleyway. It wasn’t too late to drag him into it, if need be...