"It's what I do," Charlotte says sternly. She can't run, she can't hide, she can't fight. She's the crown, the head piece and that's her job. They will come at her with all their might and she must make other people fall for her and then be worth every lost life. It's not easy to justify that to yourself. But she tries.

She tries her damnest to be worth it.

"Yes, there's a waste basket, just throw it in, we'll have someone get rid of it."

She sighs, not looking away when Zaira flashes her with sport bra and everything. It's pretty cute.

"I will find you a room. And you can take a shower and change clothes before we leave. Is there something you need, something we need? I need to make arrangements to get everything in order."