Who was this guy? Just because he came waltzing along, offering transport and lunch, he thought he could tell Sarah how to behave, how to talk to people? He wasn't her father, and not even he was able to keep Sarah from speaking her mind, try as hard as he might."You worry about yourself, man, I know what upsets Charlie, alright? He's my brother, he's not your kid." Sarh replied, shooting the man a nasty look before putting on her sister expression as Charlie began tugging on her sleeve. 

Meanwhile, Emily just stood, unsure of what was happening, but noticing how upset Charlie was getting, it was subtle, the way he clung to his bear, but it was present in his actions. She, too, tugged on Sarah, more of poking her, but her poking came with her signing, gesturing towards Charlie, which Sarah shook her head at, not picking up on the girl's gestures, her intent, at least not until Charlie began to cry. 

"It's okay, Charlie, it's okay, we'll be leaving soon, alright? We'll go home, but first we're going to to spend a little time wiht your friend. Won't that be fun? I know it's tough, Charlie, but you can do this. Rah-Rah is here, she's always here, okay?" Sarah lightly tousled Charlie's hair, giving him a warm, sisterly smile. It was here she noticed that he was in need of a changing. This was something she'd have to get used to, it seemed. "Let's get you cleaned up, Charlie, alright?" A cigarette break couldn't come soon enough.

Sarah turned the wheelchair around and headed back inside, towards the nearest bathroom. Emily followed behind, concerned for her friend.