She's not smiling. Even after the false scenery has diluted and dissipated, Chloe looks just as livid as she had the second her finger pulled the trigger.

This time, however, it's low against her hip.

"And here I go." If not for the fact that Charlie had scrounged up every last one of those furs she'd abandon them rather than take her eyes off Facilier. Her defender stays in her palm when she goes to gather them up (unsurprisingly to the dismay of an already disturbed market - gunfire tends to have that effect) gaze flicking back and forth between him and her work.