charlie is standing by the desk and window. prince is sitting there, talking, the inevitable dice in his fingers.
as they watch. prince turns away.
as charlie glances at prince.
she gets a gun out of the drawer, looks at it, smiles, drops it back into the drawer, moves around the desk and faces the door, composing herself and waiting.
she is standing with her back to the desk, her fingers tight on the edge of the desk as haven walks in. he stops and looks around and then at her. there is a slight smile on her face.