There is a long moment of quiet as Charlie eases up a little, her sniffles in the quiet the only real noise coming from the forlorn figure. She can do this. She has friends now - she has a roof over her head, food she doesn't have to kill herself...she has so much, it seems unfair of her to take it for granted.

She manages a tiny smile, doe eyes locking apologetically with Signless's.

"...Thank you. That...makes me feel a lot better."