Charlotte's train of thought was promptly interrupted by the escalating conflict, but at least it spared her the riddling about who was the face of death. Again, not quite what she had expected. An old, evil-looking bald man with a ridiculous beard would have been a better fit, she thought, but at least he wasn't some quirky tiny girl. That would have been [i]really [/i]frightening. She made her assumptions about how much a bullet could do to death himself and from the conversation going on, the smug, noisy bitch was probably on his level... but it was just too tempting to get out the old Grach. On the other hand, she kind of couldn't care less about the ensuing violence and the reaper was more than likely not someone you could stab anyway. She simply stood in front of the elevator motionlessly, waiting for things to unfold until the reaper took his mask off and put it away somehow. That decidedly tipped the scales as he probably wasn't quite as impenetrable in this state. In the matter of a second she tensed, held her handgun pointed at Dite.

[i]"Nice temper you have there missy. Maybe settle down a bit, you're scaring the kids." [/i]

She didn't make the effort to threaten Dite verbally, as the gun was quite unmistakable already. All of this happening at once didn't leave her enough time to ponder the fact that they probably all had some sort of mask similar to her own, but the realization had rooted in the back of her mind by now.