So they were going to drag her out here, and be surprised that she was upset? No, that's not how it was going to work, not at all. She looked from Elias to Dov and back again, disliking what she saw on both men's faces. Judgmental shit, which was entirely undeserved on her part - why Elias kept insisting on messing about in things that did not involve him was beyond her, and the safety measures on her apartment were one thing, but this, this was too personal.
What had Dov been doing? What had he said? How much did Elias know? Outwardly her face exhibited annoyance bordering on rage, but inside she could not handle all of this. Three people, two of which had expectations of her (in her mind, at least, Charlie was always quick to assume) and a third who she had no idea who he was and would much rather have not had present at all. It was all enough to enact what would easily be labeled as a 'freak out'.
"Hold the fuck up," she started, stepping forward and into Elias' space. "You don't get to drag me out here, and then fuckin' dismiss me because you don't like my fuckin' attitude. What the hell is this all about?" Charlie was never one to let things go easily, if at all - and now her temper was climbing fast, hiding the fear, the anger boiling over without preempt. "What did he tell you? 'Cause whatever it is, it's a fuckin' lie, I'll tell you that right now."