The cracking of the radio startled Copper who squeaked in alarm and tried to scramble out of Charlotte's arms. She let him go. He had eaten most of the bottle. She would give him another later. Treading back to the dock she climbed out and picked up the radio.

"This is Charlie I'll be up in a moment. Over and out."

Grabbing the empty bottles and putting the buckets in the cooler, Charlie walked back up towards the cafeteria. Miriam's daughter was here? Had something happened to Miriam? 
Charlie pulled up anything in her memory about Elizabeth Camwell.
Business woman. Not the strongest relationship with her mother, which Miriam had taken full responsibility for. Beauty with a calculating eyes. The kind of woman for whom everything had a price tag on it.
What could she want at Haven?

Dressed in her wetsuit with the tips of her hair wet Charlie entered the mess hall.
"Thank you Max. Beau I'd like you to go down and check Copper's injury. He's lethargic and not taking his bottle like he should. I'll be back down in a bit," she said before turning to the woman in the suit, not even acknowledging her weasel lawyer or beefy bodyguards. Elizabeth was a business woman, but Charlie was a shark in her own right.

"Welcome to Haven Miss Camwell. My name is Charlotte Kirk, I am the owner of Haven. Forgive me for not shaking your hand but I just finished feeding one of the dolphin calves and my hands are not very clean. Your visit is unexpected. Is Miriam alright?"
Charlie's steel grey-blue eyes never wavered. She had worked around predators long enough to recognize the signs of one.