Throughout the entire slanging match, Charlotte had been cowering against the lockers, hiding her face in her hands. Though she could hear what the others were saying about her, she couldn't quite comprehend the situation at hand.. Was some defending her? It certinally sounded like they were, but she couldn't quite believe anybody would waste time on her, she was a "freak of nature", "sinful", "a trannie"...

Tipping her head up at the softer, kinder voice addressing her directly, Charlotte gazed at the stranger for a few moments, in shock. Her crying and tears stopped, though her face was stained with smeared makeup, blood and tears, minging together on her chin and cheek, dripping on her clothes. Coughing slightly, Charlotte gave Berrie a tiny, frightened smile. "Wh-Wh..What?" She stammered, shock seeming to set in now as she began to tremble violently as the young girl struggled to her feet.

Charlotte's nose was bleeding badly, possibly broken. Bruising was forming already on her left cheek and near her eye, and she held her right side by her ribs gingerly, as if they'd been broken when she was set upon by Felicity and her dim-witted cronies. Swaying a tad on the spot, Charlotte fell against Berrie and began to cry, letting it all out at last.