There should have been fear. Royce's reaction to Crowne's very name taught her that much. She didn't know why, nor the history between the two, only that Royce neither liked or trusted Alexander Crowne. And she was inclined to trust Royce. So it should have been natural that she feel fear for this man that put such disgust and emotion in Royce's voice when warning her away from him.
But Charlie had had enough emotions for one day. Confusion, guilt, fear of an entirely different sort, and a good dash of self-loathing, just to name a few. There was no room to worry about Alexander Crowne.
"Not at the moment, no," she replied coldly. "I'd rather fancy some water. And probably some distance from you, to be honest. So if you'll excuse me." And she politely bowed briefly, and brushed past him, striding toward the back door. And locking it after she went inside.
She made her way toward Doc's office, removed the little paper cup from the side of the cooler, and pressed the blue tab.
It figures that he would show up around now. she though bitterly, gulping her water down and reaching for a refill. As if being confused and startled by my behavior with Royce weren't enough, now I have to deal with this guy.
Which... if she were being completely honest, was a tad unfair. She didn't even know the man, and jumped to judge only because Royce didn't like him. While she trusted her boyfriend, she should be making her own opinions on people.
Preferably from behind a safe distance.
She wasn't surprised, really, when she walked back down the hallway and saw Crowne standing on the other side of the glass door, smiling at her. There was the tiniest bit of a chill slithering up her spine when she saw him waiting for her, clearly not in the same spot she left him in. But she steeled herself, and stopped just short of the door's swing, not bothering to reach for the lock to allow him in.
Instead, she sipped from her third cup of water, raising an eyebrow, and allowed a little bit of the irritation she suddenly felt leak through as she asked, "Is there something you need from the clinic that would warrant you wandering around in prohibited employee-only areas? A sick rabbit, perhaps?"