She felt like she wanted to hide under a rock, or just melt through the floor - what had started out as a perfectly harmless prank was morphing into something else. Charlie glanced away from Elias again, and then back, and then away as though her eyes were ping-pong balls in a particularly frenzied game. Finally she gave a slight shrug.
"Well obviously I'm fine. What, I'm supposed to thank you for asking? I'm standin' here, talkin' to you, not laid up in the hospital with wires an' shit all hooked up to me." Her voice was quick, rushing to get the words out before she suddenly changed her mind. Something telling her that just getting it over with would be less painful than continuing the rebellious streak she'd been humoring only moments before.
"An' you know my name. Not that it's hard to remember or anything - Charlie. You heard it, you obviously remembered it, so why are you askin' for it again?" The question, which should have come out brazen and confrontational, ended in nearly a squeak as her voice shriveled up inside her throat.