Charlotte was more than used to seeing girls making angry faces at her during the last couple of weeks. She wasn't used to seeing their lip push out as Giselle's did though, and she felt utterly horrified as the teenager protested childishly about the music. At some point, she'd started to feel protected by the Hierarch and her chosen, so to see one of those chosen behaving like a little girl made her blood run cold. "Giselle.... the Hierarch wants you back.... she misses you... ", she tried to explain. She gasped as the strength than came from the over-sized little girl as she was pushed back, her skirt swishing around as she tumbled backwards and landed on her bottom.
Her loose hair flicked around as she heard the voice of the old man, and quickly wriggled around onto her knees, sitting up on them as she grabbed her over-sized rifle and once more aimed it at him, the shock of finding Giselle in this state causing her thoughts to be all over the place, so she wasn't even sure if she was aiming at the hologram. Her finger however was now wrapped around the trigger, ready to fire, her youthful face furrowed with anger. "Happy? She's sixteen!". Thoughts raced through Charlotte's mind. Perhaps Giselle and the others would be happier like this... but... it didn't feel right! She didn't want the Hierarch or Mary Anne to change. Her heart was racing as she scanned the room, groaning as she saw no sign of Giselle's radio equipment. "You don't have the right to do this!". Her young voice was crackling with emotion. Straightening her back, but still on her knees, she drew a deep breath and yelled at the man. "Call your forces off or I'll shoot! I know how to use this!", she threatened.