JAMES
Charlotte, freed now, stands silent, her eyes narrowed, watching it all.
Klempner, gun in hand, nods to her. "Jenny."
She nods back. "Father."
His mouth works.
Acknowledgement from her?
For the first time...
But he's earning it...
"How are you, Jenny? Did he hurt you?" His tone is odd, hesitant.
He's nervous?
He faces down a man with a gun without blinking, but he's nervous of Charlotte?
She snorts. "I can't believe you have the nerve to ask that. I'm sorry about your mother, but you're still a maniac."
Something like humour skips across his face. "The point is, that I'm the maniac on your side. And I'm probably a lot better equipped than you are to deal with the maniac who isn't."
She's weaving a little. Her nose-bleed has stopped but with the blood down her face and clothing, she's not a pretty picture.
How badly hurt is she?
And not admitting it?