In spite of her previous verbal diarrhea, Charlotte smiled ruefully behind her mug and took another sip. Now that she'd gotten all of that out in the open, she felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders, at least temporarily. It was still there, nothing had been solved, but now it seemed... less. And that was all Charlotte wanted, really. Just a little less. She rested her cup in her lap and sighed — this time out of relief. "Well. It's a good thing you decided to come out of the woodwork again, then. For both our sakes'. Everyone should have someone to talk to."
She nodded as Briar attempted to simplify everything she'd just said. "Yes, to all three. I don't know if you followed the war at all, but my brother was Michael Morgan. He was assassinated, just over a month ago. He was the second member of my family to be killed by CORE, but that's... neither here nor there." She shook her head once, getting herself back on track. "I'm surprised that you didn't know about Bigby, though. He's rather high-up in the Agency — been there for a while, as far as I can tell. His name's Jeremiah. Jeremiah Radley." She took another sip, waiting for Briar to absorb this particular bit of information... and hoping she wouldn't ask anything more about Prince Charming. As much as Charlotte wanted to get everything off her chest, she still didn't feel comfortable talking about that, not just yet. Maybe some other time, at a much later date. Preferably the 12th of Never.