Charlie took his hand with a grateful smile, rising fully to her feet and then releasing her grip on him, her arm going around her middle as if to hold her ribs in place. Oh they were positively aching. She was going to have one hell of a time getting to work in the morning.
Her attention flickered to his groceries, a feeling akin to guilt surging through her. "I can pay for those," she offered as she looked back to him. "I mean, it's the least I can do." She gave a faint shrug, not wanting to push the issue in case it might somehow insult him. But if he agreed, she'd give him the cash right then and there.
Smirking a little, Charlie shook her head as she fished a rag out of her pocket. Holding it to the gash that ran alongside her forehead, she answered, "It's fine. I'm fine. I'll get to the hospital and get stitched back up in no time." The thought made her faintly ill, but with Wolfram & Hart picking up the tab, she was certain to get some of the best treatment the medical community had to offer.
"As for the demon..." She shrugged. "I was sent to speak to a someone about a few issues my employer was having with him. He hired the demons to keep me at bay. I managed to take one out but the other one got the jump on me." It wasn't that big of a deal to her. Charlie rarely got bested in a fight but, when it did happen, she took it in stride.
"Now," she continued, "I have to ask. How did you do that?"