[Charlie's jaw is set, gun arm steady and his fingers still twisted in the fabric of Chloe's shirt. He's not strictly standing between her and the the people there for their proverbial heads, but he's not exactly out of the way either. He doesn't dare take his eyes off them to shoot Tempest a look, but he trusts her to be sensible.]
So then, what's your daring plan? [It should be a joke, but it isn't. His tone is flat and dangerous, dead serious.]
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So then, what's your daring plan? [It should be a joke, but it isn't. His tone is flat and dangerous, dead serious.]