Devil's Compass
[ She may not look like it, but investigating is practically Charlotte's middle name and despite the looming wet blanket of anxiety that has lowered itself over the dome, staying home where it's nice and safe is just not an option. Too lonely. Too quiet.
Of course, between the raptors and the unreliable lighting they've got going this fair day it can get a little overwhelming and after a particularly hairy encounter (let's just say brooms do not good weapons make) and a subsequent mad dash for safety, she bursts in through the doors of the Devil's Compass. ]
Oh gosh! Oh... I'm so glad you're here! [ So out of breath, you wouldn't even believe. Also bleeding from a gash on her forehead. ]