Her arm bent away from the newcomer - Tanya, if memory served right, the woman who'd thrown the interestingly boring party near the Fourth - and kept the photo well out of reach. She didn't take a moment to study it to see if Tanya was the girl in the photo (such realizations usually struck Charlie far too late in the game) and instead her brow climbed her forehead in annoyed curiosity as to why the other woman would want the old thing.
"Don' worry about it, it's just garbage. Unless yer startin' a new job as a collector," she drawled, grinning, and then paced toward the garbage can on the other side of the room. Her steps were slow but deliberate, giving more than ample time for Tanya to stop her if the need arose.