She tossed the apple from hand to hand like a baseball - it was...a gift, of sorts. A little something for those who had...done something to her, but she couldn't put her finger on what. All she knew was that they had pissed her off, and one didn't piss her off without consequences. Besides, the fallout of this simple action would give her sooo much fun... Her eyes glanced at Dorcas, and then to the statues - now those were weird. When Dorcas dropped the statue, the pieces flowing over the floor in a small shower of dust, a ghost of a smile showed up on her face and she was hardpressed to not send the rest of the objects on the altar flying.
"What?" She gripped the apple tighter in her right hand, turning to look at Dorcas with a...yeah, it was an angry expression. Not angry at her necessarily, but just angry to be angry. She half-wanted to tell Dorcas to can it, to just start screwing up everything in the hall because they could, it was their right, perhaps even a divine right, and that destruction would lead to more... "The fuck are you talking about? God, I want...I just want to hurt something..." Her fingers were growing white around the apple, the stem of it cutting into her palm and a small rivulet of blood started dripping from her appendage to the cool marble floor. Just a few drops, little bitty things that were barely unnoticeable, but she could smell the coppery tang. She wanted more.
The apple, gold stained with red, fell from her fingers, bouncing with a metallic sound against the floor and Charlie took a step away from the altar.
"Yeah, yeah, let's..." She brought her hand up to her face, smearing blood on her forehead before she realized what she was doing, and she wiped it off with the heel of the same hand as best she could. "Let's get out of here." That was supposed to be followed by a quick turn and brisk steps back towards the stairs, but she found herself staring at the dried blood on her hand, a manic grin on her face.