She knew that smile. She'd used that same type of smile many a times in her life. And it was because she understood his reasoning - at least to some extent - for smiling now, she didn't press the issue. She did, however, make a mental note to bring up his special circumstances to Lindsey at some point. Maybe they could figure out a way to get the kid here without too many favors trading hands.
"Just Charlie is fine, really," she said. "And no, you haven't seen me fight. But I know what I can do, and I've seen at least some of what you can do, and I'm pretty sure it'd be one hell of a go-round at the very least." One that she doubted she'd walk away from. It was a humbling experience, talking to someone who could probably flatten her without batting more than one eye. She had to admit, she both liked the change in pace and didn't all in the same vein.
"No, but thanks," she stated as she stood with a slight groan. "My bike's right there." She motioned to her motorcycle, parked about half a block down and across the street.
Looking around at the mess of his groceries, as well as her own shattered cell phone, she sighed. She really did feel awful about destroying his food. She was going to have to do something about it, if only to appease her own guilt.
A quick glance at the name on the plastic bag and she was able to place the location where he'd bought them. A plan already forming, she looked back to Soubi and slipped her hand into her pocket, pulling out a business card.
"Look, this place can be pretty rough, especially when you're on your own. If you need something..." She held out the card for him to take. "Give me a call, okay? If I can't help, chances are I'll know someone who can."