[The minute the whistling starts up, Charlie's expression turns very, very sour. Great! Wonderful! She never wanted to hear that song again but did her apparent mental issues respect that wish? Not in the least.
To try and drown it out, she turns the radio back on with a tsk, changing it from AM to FM and, at a stop sign, messing with the dial until some hard rock comes on. There. Something to focus on that had nothing to do with her apparent encroaching insanity.
She should probably have been more distressed about it, she supposed, or shocked, but somehow this didn't surprise her at all. Maybe she just didn't care at this point. At any rate, the drive continued along with her not randomly speaking to thin air. She was, however, starting to rub at the thin scar slicing across her cheek - the one Foxy had given her - at red lights and stop signs.
It was a nervous tic, no doubt about it, and it'll only stop once she gets back home.]
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To try and drown it out, she turns the radio back on with a tsk, changing it from AM to FM and, at a stop sign, messing with the dial until some hard rock comes on. There. Something to focus on that had nothing to do with her apparent encroaching insanity.
She should probably have been more distressed about it, she supposed, or shocked, but somehow this didn't surprise her at all. Maybe she just didn't care at this point. At any rate, the drive continued along with her not randomly speaking to thin air. She was, however, starting to rub at the thin scar slicing across her cheek - the one Foxy had given her - at red lights and stop signs.
It was a nervous tic, no doubt about it, and it'll only stop once she gets back home.]