"My god!" She was so happy. It was him. As he pulled her away, she struggled slightly but as she saw that it was just to remove his coat, she laughed and let him, not even caring about their audience. Once it was settled, she put both of her hands to his face. "I don't know how or why you're here, but dear god, I love you..." then using her hands to pull his down for a passionate kiss, not realizing that in that moment of eye connection, he could see the nicely livid bruise that was slowly spreading on her face from the gun butt.<br/><br/>Charlie meanwhile had moved passed the obviously happily reunited couple to move around the room along with the two men who weren't busy freeing innocents or tying up bad guys. "What the hell..." He saw the man shot, and the gun dropped beside him, along with the iron dog statue. She'd impacted his skull upon collision, killing him almost instantly, but had made sure of it with the followup shot. "Nice work, girlie..." He glanced at the men around him. "Let's see what we can find to turn over to the police..."<br/><br/>Then he gave a glance back to Rayner and Celeste. "Get her out of here, and make sure I don't see her back here for a good long while, boy. Take her to the Grand G, she'll know the passcode for the room." Basically, get her the fuck out of here, and get her better situated. Celeste wasn't paying him the least bit of attention, instead, she was just kissing Rayner for all she was worth. She'd never been so happy to see anyone in her life as him. Inside the room, Charlie came across a white scrap of fabric, just like a few of the other slaves had been dressed in, somehow he didn't think Celeste would be willing to wear that again.<br/><br/>"Go on, get..."