Her shoulders rolled in irritation, and she knew it would simply be easier to walk away. Her Chinese food was probably tepidly warm at this point, bordering on cool, but Charlie had never been one to walk away from a fight. Ever. Even if she was quite clearly on the losing side.
"I think it's great that yer basically callin' me a liar, since I said it was garbage. All you had tah say was it's my picture, I want it back," she retorted in the best bit of sense she could manage. One hand was slowly curling into a fist, the fingers pulsing in and out of her palm.
"I really don't give a fuck if yer thankful or not, just sayin' that if yer gonna say it, yah should probably mean it. Otherwise people might start not believing yah after awhile."