Staring up at the dragon, there was no way the Charles could deny that it was indeed a dragon, with his jaw slack in shock and befuddlement Charles came to understand what they had meant in his briefing.
A Dragon would indeed be a very distressing situation. 

The biting window snapping at his face brought Charles out of his stupor (was a foggy mind a side effect of teleportation?) and back to the situation at hand. He was scared and very worried both for his safety as well as that of the members of TIGER and Rozalind, who he couldn’t see anywhere.

But he was on a mission, well actually on the way to one but who cares when there’s a dragon about, and Charles had to stay calm and collected even when he felt completely the opposite.

“I don’t think a gun would be too useful in this situation considering how big that dragon is.” Charles stamped his feet, already feeling a bit chilly. “I mean honestly, have you seen how big it is? It’s huge. A piddily little bullet probably isn’t going to do much to such a great big behemoth.”

Casting hastily this way and that Charles hunted across the landscape, glad to see that the majority of the people on the plane and their gear had also been dropped off, looking for somewhere they could possibly hide for a bit. Hopefully by the time the storm had died down the Dragon would’ve gone away too.

“Ah ha!” Charles final exclaimed, having spotted the crumbling outline of a castle not too far away through the snow. “There’s a castle or something over there, looks to be at least standing alright so maybe we could hide in there for a bit?”

Without even asking for a response Charles plucked up both his own case, after digging out out of the pile of snow it had been thrown into, and another one before setting out with measured strides towards the castle. All the while trying to block out the terrifying noises of a shrieking dragon and metal.