Speck nodded her head silently as the redhead hissed her orders. When Psyche darted out, Speck was practically her shadow come to life; any move Psyche made, the small child moved in tandem with her. She was good at following orders when it came to what she agreed with. While Psyche probably thought of her as nothing but a disobedient child with naive dreams of someday being useful, she was anything but. Idealistic? Yes. Disobedient? Not really. That didn't matter right now, however.
What DID matter was keeping Psyche and herself alive. Mostly Psyche, since she was at the forefront of the conflict. From behind Psyche, the pale child stared at the man who Psyche was fighting with. For such a young kid, her gaze held little of the emotions one would expect; there was no happiness, joy, innocents, or even laughter. The only thing her gaze gave off was a cold hard calculating chill. She was utterly and completely focused on the matter at hand, watching Charlie's every move.... if he made even the slightest move to attack Psyche, she would be ready to protect her in a heartbeat.