Charlie hissed, a sharp intake of breath through her clenched teeth, as he bandaged the wound. It stung, but she didn't say a word. She simply sat still, hands clenched so tightly in her lap that she could feel her nails digging into the soft flesh of her palms, and waited for him to answer her question.
Just as she was giving up hope he ever would, he finally spoke. By the time he'd finished, though, Charlie almost wished he hadn't said anything.
Her first thought was slavery. After all, he said he'd belonged to someone. He was clearly a human - or some type of humanoid if not actually human - and yet he was owned by someone else? The idea was downright sickening to her modernized way of thinking.
She tried not to judge, however. He didn't seem unhappy. In fact, the only unhappiness she could sense was at the fact that his... Sacrifice wasn't here. A bizarre thought for her, yet nonetheless what appeared to be factual.
"Maybe he'll show up?" she offered. Some part of her wanted to give him some sort of hope and briefly, very briefly, she considered offering to have him speak to some representatives from Wolfram & Hart. After all, if anyone was powerful enough to bring a specific someone from some place that clearly wasn't around here, it was the law firm.
She didn't offer, though. Not yet. Yes, he seemed upset, but she wasn't entirely convinced her employers would be what was best for him. Or for his Sacrifice, either. After all, every favor from that company came with a price. Some much more costly than others.
"I'm Charlie," the blonde stated after another moment of contemplation. Her lips curled into a small smile. "I figured I should at least introduce myself to the person who just saved my life. And I have to admit, what you did was pretty impressive. You could probably kick my ass without even batting an eye and that's not something too many people can really claim."