Her jaw dropped open, completely ready to sling another curse-laden retort, but they were already turning away. She was probably going to be late for work (not that she really gave a shit, in the long run), and frustration made her curl her free hand into a fist. This was absolutely ridiculous - there was no reason for Elias to be doing this, and she wondered if he was acting like this out of spite for the fact that she hadn't readily accepted his odd gifts. Obviously whatever Dov had told Elias, it registered over Charlie herself, and she couldn't do anything but watch them walk away.
She snapped her jaw closed with an audible click of teeth, and followed them out the door, though not to give chase. Her motorcycle was in the same direction, though thankfully on the opposite side of the parking lot. Jerky, anger-laced motions got her helmet on and her things packed away safely for the quick ride; a kick to her starter got the bike going, and she was out of the parking lot, Pax Letale, and the situation that was quickly spiraling out of her control.