Charlie's eyes tracked Aziel as he went to stand in front of her, shielding her more from the rest of the bar. More of her anxiety of having others watching her eased, but it didn't last long as he suggested to Peter that they go get something to drink. She thought a moment about volunteering, but didn't and sighed in relief at not having to. There were too many wolves between wherever Phoebe decided to sit and the bar. It would be safer for her to go and sit as far away from others as possible than wade through a sea of wolves. Although she vaguely recognized some faces as being part of the pack most were unknown to her.
Placing a hand on Aziel's shoulder, Charlie whispered, "Water please." Before dropping her hand and following the Beta of the pack. She thought her alertness was on max, but apparently it was not. As her head turned as something brushed against her hand, she slightly jumped when a wolf hit the table with Phoebe forcing his hand behind his back.
“You see, that, that was a BAD idea….” The Beta growled in the man's ear. Charlie watched as the two struggled for power with Phoebe being the ultimate victor. So much for trying to blend in... Charlie's eyes swept over the room again, a sigh threatening to escape. I am too out of place here. A human among dozens of wolves, I could never hope to blend in. At home the pack is used to my presence and to a degree ignores me, but here... Here I stand out like a light in the dark. The altercation didn't last long although for a moment the air crackled with tension, on the cusp of an all out fight. However, nothing came of it at that moment and Charlie followed Phoebe to the table of her choosing. Charlie slipped in next to the she-wolf staying as close her without making it awkward. With her back to the wall, she felt better. Now no one could sneak up behind her.
Once more her eyes scanned the room, noting the two exits and three windows mapping out the easiest escape route if anything happened. Her eyes only stopped when she noticed two wolves in the far corner staring maliciously at Phoebe. I predict a fight. We do not appear to be welcomed here. Too many are staring at us with malicious intent. Eyes angrily tracking Phoebe and Aziel... Tense eyes watching Russell... Lustful eyes following Eve, Phoebe, and myself. Too many volatile variables in a tense room. Under the table, Charlie silently slipped out her mace and hid it in her hands that were clasped together in her lap. Great, now I have to stress pee...