Charlotte's eyes sweep down to Zaira's chest when she pokes her solar plexus. She can imagine the place but that's not the same as finding it in a stressful situation. Plus, there's some blood on her neck.

"Neck, solar plexus, knees, eye or ears," she counts down dutifully. "To be honest I'm probably not in a most opportune place to reach any of the places above shoulders." She's tiny and to get enough strength behind a hit, she'd really need some speed behind that. "But I'll keep it in mind."

"Do you want to take a shower?" They probably have time for that. She thinks she would probably like that if she were Zaira.