Not even a mild inconvenience. Honestly, that didn't really set Charlie on edge. Nor did his form changing as it did, although that was a bit eyebrow-raising and stomach-churn worthy if only because it was pretty impressive. No, what made her stiffen, ever so slightly, was his initial comment where he'd stated one of her kind.
She wasn't sure what 'kind' he thought she was, but she was willing to bet that he had no real idea what she was capable of. And it annoyed her slightly that he automatically assumed he did.
Before she could say something that might cause the situation to become a bit tense - not to mention cause Lindsey to give her one of Those Looks he shot her way whenever she let her tongue get the better of her - there was a light knock at the door. "I'll get it," she announced simply and crossed the office without so much as a second glance at either man.
The secretary was standing there, arms filled with a pizza with plates resting on top of the box. Charlie took them from her with a smile and, closing the door with her foot, moved back to Lindsey's desk and placed the food down. Then her attention went to Drake.
"So you want us to locate this Abigail Whistler for you. Then what? Do you just want a location, or would you rather we actually bring her in ourselves?" she asked, her tone once more back to its typical calm laced with curiosity.