That most familiar feeling to Charlie - white hot anger - spikes into him and he has to stand up, has to move, has to do something. The something he ends up doing it kicking a chair over, sending it skittering across the kitchen floor. It makes him feel a little better, but not by much. He'll grab the salt shaker and throw that, too.

He hates feeling like this, it's so fucking out of control, but he can't help it. He can feel his heart hammering a storm and the sound of his blood rushing through his ears and he knows the anger is only half of it. He's scared, and he's reacting to being scared by throwing salt shakers. Yeah fucking good job there, Luciano. It only makes him feel MORE angry at himself and start looking for something else to break.

"What do we gotta do?" He's breathing hard, through his teeth, but he gets the words out. The implications won't be lost on Meyer. If this is something that needs to be taken care of, he won't be afraid to be the one that does it.