Well, damn. Color her impressed. Both of Charlie's eyebrows arch as she glances over at the fallen animal, and then over to him. Her attention is short lived though, as she turns her weapon toward the screaming thing and shoots an arrow right through its head.

Her eyes then look to the sky and scouts for any others. While these sort of predator birds are usually loners back home, she's not sure of what they're like here. So she holds her crossbow ready, but not up entirely.

"I've seen you around," she idly remarks, voice a whisper. "My name's Charlie."