Recording... that must be like music. So like a movie that was put onto those funny silver circles with the hole in the center? They were nice. "Nothing beats hearing it in the water, and being able to sing back with them." Charlene loved the whales. It had made her so happy when she went to the ocean with Roxy that time that they were able to see and hear a whale. She was doubly glad that Roxy had been able to since she doubted the were-penguin had before that. Seeing that Bea had come closer, and deciding that she was not a real threat unless she came into the water, in which case Charlene was the undeniably larger threat, Charlene swam up to the shore and propped her arms back up on the bank. Where another human may have found the way that Bea moved her hands to represent sharks childish, Charlene saw nothing wrong with it because she may have done the very same thing if she were unable to speak. "They can try. They're not fast enough, they'd rather have an easier meal than us." Though sometimes... Charlene was just glad there were no sharks here.
In truth, Charlene saw nothing wrong with judging someone based off of their race. It was what her mother had said that they do and it would have been very hard to stay with the pod for something like a century without taking on that view, if only because one could not view humans as equal and still sink their ships for fun before eating them. So to dislike vampires because they decided to eat you themselves... well, it made perfect sense for her. At the current moment Charlene was still convinced that merfolk were the best thing out there with were's only running a very close second thanks to her exposure to Roxy, Imogene and that little cat-girl, Silvia. Her information on vampires was currently limited to what Nixie had told her and what she was experiencing now. But the mermaid was a little baffled when Bea said that the water was mad at her. Water... could not be mad at people. Except for when the storms came but that was a completely different story and there was no storm here. The books also say that the storms are not caused by water herself. "Water cannot be mad at people," the mermaid retorted with a flick of her tail, stirring up the dirt and mud at the bottom of the river a little. "But no, I don't. Not always. Only if it's going to be funny." Charlene would let people drown if she had sunk their ship or they had done it themselves, true, but that was hardly important. Her smile came back brighter than before. "I don't eat them anymore. You'd be in more danger from one of the others than from me."