The crash in the attic does draw his attention, his head snapping upwards. Then seconds later a rock hits him on the side of his head. It lost a lot of its speed when it crash through the window, but it still hurts, and Charlie's up in a second, practically spitting flames. Smoke curls from the corners of his mouth in anger rather than contentment this time. There is an intruder and his THINGS are here and that can only mean one thing. Whoever this person is, they're here for what's his. And he's not going to let that happen.

A surprisingly small figure, but he doesn't let that fool him. Meyer's small, and he knows very well how deadly he can be. His hands are clenched at his sides as he faces her, skin starting to glow red.

"You ain't gonna be happy you did that, bitch."