Once again, she thought that the encounter would be pleasant, and give sad news in the most gentle way possible. She found herself [i]assuming[/i] that the dear friends of Mister Speedwagon, would be a friendly bunch. And right now, she nearly choked on her cup of water, once she heard the one called "Joseph" point out something that no other human being could point out, at first glance. What shocked Charlotte more, was the fact that Erina Joestar was quite content with her grandson's assault. Clearly, everything that the tall, young man said, was right. The genius improvisation and quick-thinking has made him ten steps ahead of the assailant. It was shock, wonder, and confusion, all felt in this one particular scenario, and the blonde shook her head, when she realized that she had been staring in curiosity for too long.

Carefully putting her drink down, Charlotte thought fast, out of instinct, and hoisted one of the chairs with her foot, to tip it, and catapult it in the offensive man's direction, knocking him silly. It finished him off, apparently, as he fell over, after enduring such a maneuver. 
"There is this element that these people have here, and it's called manners".
She said; her German accent coming out, thickly, shortly before she crossed her leg back over the other, and fixing her long hair. However, before things could even calm down, one of the groups' bosses announced the news, causing Charlotte to tense. 
[i]'I was just about to say the same thing. At least say it with some sentiment. But wait, "some monk from Tibet?" Robert mentioned to me about a practitioner in the art of Ripple. Straizo, I think, was his name.'[/i]