[Oh, fuck this noise. Charlie really was trying to be helpful and calm and quiet but he wasn't saying a damn thing useful and she was tired and he woke her up to ramble about God knew what. She was getting annoyed. Sitting up and moving away to look at him properly, she let one bony fist fly at his shoulder, connecting hard. And then one more for good measure.] Would you just get to the god damn point before I go get a bottle of ice water from the store and dump it on your head? I can't help you if you tell me nothing.