The devil on her shoulder argued that this could lead to her vengeance, and the angel told her to run away screaming. Who she listened to was determined easily as she scooted her bar stool closer and pointed to Barry in the picture saying softly. "This was from 3 weeks before he was killed.." The photo was recent, it meant they had been happy, and whatever had taken her husband from her had nothing to do with their marriage. She stared at Sage with an odd smile and it was clear, that even sober, the irrational part of her brain had control.<br/><br/>Fishing through her clutch and wallet, Charlotte produced a picture of her husband, smiling with her next to him. They were the quintessential happy couple. She handed it to Sage with a small wistful smile and nursed her drink, having felt so refreshed she was almost scared to drink it. How odd? She thought as she looked at the big redhead next to her. Lips pursed and she cocked her head as she looked sidelong at him seated at the bar. "What's your name?" She asked him, not responding to his question yet of /what she wanted when she found his killer/.<br/><br/>