She stopped, turning her head to regard Tanya with a new consideration. Charlie had never quite understood sentiment, nor why people would hang on to particular objects - photos were nothing more than reminder of a past time that you couldn't return to, people you wouldn't see again, and she personally preferred to not be reminded of such things. Apparently Tanya was different, and Charlie frowned at the thought.
Holding the photograph out, pinched between her fore finger and thumb, she felt she was giving Tanya a rather good view of the thing she seemed so desperate to get back.
"There, see? Jus' a photo. Why, is it yours?" The last word was said snobbishly, as though they were kids on a playground and Charlie was accusing Tanya of owning the pacifier she'd found under the slide, and that admission of ownership would mean losing status points amongst the cool kids.