Cordelia stopped short when Charlie stepped in front of her, her look of determination turning into a half-smile. She hesitated at the inquiring look, opening her mouth to reply when she realized she couldn't. With a frustrated huff, she closed her mouth and instead reached into her duffel bag and began rooting around for something. Her eyes lit up a bit when she found what she was looking for.
Holding the gun out for the other girl to take, she pointed first to the gun then to the sword, sliding a finger across her throat and making a 'dead' face. Finished trying to relay her message, she arched a brow and waited to see if the other girl agreed to her terms.