He's crossing his arms, refusing to make eye contact, claws tapping against elbows. There's visible stains from dirt and sweat on his usually pristine suit, and he's scowling like a mangy dog. His posture is poor, his chest is rising and falling, and if she looks close, Charlie might notice that Vox is... shivering? "...I need somewhere to say...."
when charlie was told that there was a new guest at the door... she wasn't expecting this. an inhale as she processes everything... no big deal... just one of the strongest ex-overlords, who was hellbent on blowing the city up, was now at her doorstep. it was confusing... shocking.
exciting.
❝ well... i'm more than happy to offer you a solution... ❞ she says with a slight grin. almost sadistic... ❝ of course... under the right conditions, vox. ❞