Pissed and pissed off as she is, getting up and chasing after the pair of them seems like the last thing in the world Chloe cares to do. It's not far, it's not even that difficult to make it down the damp, grassy slope without the burden of high heels, but by the time she reaches the foot of it, her temper is at its limit. There's not even a split second of thought before she reaches up under the slit of her dress, finds the .45 tucked away against her thigh, and fires off two shots at the ground no more than a few feet off from where they're busy spattering each other with blood.

And while it might seem a touch extreme, knowing Charlie, knowing how far gone he is once rage takes over, the shattering crack of a gunshot is probably the only thing capable of grabbing his attention.