Maximoff turns to Farrow. “Ask Oscar if Charlie is coming here.” Oscar Oliveira is Charlie’s 24/7 bodyguard, and so he’d know more than just where Charlie is. He should be with him. Beside him. Protecting him. Farrow blows a bubblegum bubble and pops it in his mouth. “You’re five steps behind me, wolf scout.” Maximoff growls in frustration. “Farrow—” “I already tried. Oscar is off comms. Most likely because Charlie asked his bodyguard not to share with the whole class.”