"Pleasure making your acquataince, Eliza, I'm Charlotte. Though you make a good point, I think we should at least drive by," Charlotte chimed in, watching some of the survivors in the room but not reading too much into their emotions. If they favored one option over the other, then that was their prerogative. "We catch a ride to Moresby and gauge the situation. Worse comes to worse, we could go on a boat but then we'd have to stock up on rations. If that's the case, we might as well get some while we're in town, so it's not a wasted trip."
Charlotte then addressed the security guard who had suggested the idea in the first place. She didn't know his name, but she didn't need it to get him to do his part. "I hope you have enough rounds to spare for us to be able to get to the garage safely, because otherwise there'll be at least one of us looking like one of them out there, and I'm sure all of us want to leave the hotel grounds unscathed."
Charlotte stood close to Cole the entire time. She agreed with him regarding his opinion of the others. Their close call with the middle-aged gentleman had occurred only moments after their arrival, and she already didn't like him. If they had to sacrifice someone for whatever reason, he'd be the first to go simply because of his selfishness. The French girls also worried her a bit. They weren't a threat per se, but she had some concerns on whether they could pull their own weight. Charlotte quickly pushed that thought aside though since she hadn't gotten her hands dirty just yet, so to speak. She'd had some close calls, but nothing crazy enough to make her stare death in the eyes.