Charlie startles, not at all expecting Brigid to be awake. Holy Hell, girl. She should get you a bell or something. Actually, no. That'd be insulting and Brigid was her friend.

Most of the time.

At present, she was worrying Charlie just a bit.

"I dropped a pan. It's not like I set a cherry bomb or something off." Now is not the time to snark back, Charlie. She seems to realize this and calms herself with a sigh.

"Sorry."