Charlie had almost found some semblance of peace before Lizzie had started screaming at whatever god she felt would listen to her. Do this to her? What was that shit? He turned his head to her and spoke to Desmond “Stay right there, buddy…” He said absently, before he stood up slowly. All the tell-tale signs were there…he was going to feel it all later, but for now, he had some woman to put in her place. “Stuck here…with morons, you said”. He stood, looking at her, like a singular beam of focus was settled right on her.<br/><br/>Well, you’re just as stuck as these morons, and I’d like to see you keep your marbles after two-fucking-years of being here! What has it been for you? A day? Maybe!? And you want to feel sorry for yourself already? Jesus Christ…now I’m wondering if women were a good addition after all. Tell you what I’m going to do…” he walked past her, to the med kit, and took it “This time you can blame it on me. I’m going to hold on to this, until you get your head in gear. You are not some kind of celestial piñata of the damn gods. You are a person in a fucked up situation. Act like it!”<br/><br/>He stared at her for a while, and the sudden thought he has was that he’d spoken for the longest period of time since he got here. Women tend to do that…<br/><br/>He walked to the water, and wet his hand enough to get the sand out of it. Last thing he needed was for that to dry in there. He needed it cut as it! Maybe the doc’s med kit had scissors. That would just be a hell of a bonus. He looked at her again, as if reading her mind “Two years. We ain’t got off of here…I wouldn’t expect you to do so either. Now come here…”<br/>