Quinn’s laugh brought a smirk to Charlotte’s face in spite of herself, the heaviness and tense atmosphere abating slightly as it became clear that they now all had a mutual enemy. 

She glanced in the backseat from Quinn to Jake as Jake suggested that they should think about settling down. Before she could think about her response the ‘Archangel’ spoke and told them how it was. It was clear she was no-nonsense enough and clearly dangerous, but the right kind of dangerous. As she sprinted towards the city Charlotte watched her go, wishing that she had perhaps stayed in the vicinity longer – after all a woman who could not only protect herself but also extend that protection to others was something that interested Charlotte a great deal. 

“She is right…” said Charlotte uncertainly, searching for the right words. 

“Last time I stopped somewhere… my friends were all, well they aren’t alive anymore” she finished after searching for the right words to use, her gaze off in the distance as she pushed away the memories that kept coming to her. She gritted her teeth and clenched her fist, the familiar feelings of anger were rising the more she thought about the Blood Army and what they had done, what they were still doing. 

Regardless if they settled down permanently or not they would need a place to stay as the sun was starting to rapidly set, but the more she thought about it the more that Charlotte thought that someone needed to fight back against the Blood Army, someone needed to make them suffer and make sure they couldn’t hurt anyone else. Lost in her thoughts she ran her fingers absently through her hair, a habit she had long since forgotten.