She jerked at him, trying to wrest him up from his seat, but he stood firm. For such a scrawny kid who couldn't fight worth shit, he wasn't as weak as he looked.
“Ch-Charlie? Is everything okay?” Elliot. Oh god, she'd forgotten about Elliot. She turned to face him, an explanation on her lips, but Faber beat her to the punch.
“Your sister and I are just having a philosophical conversation, that's all,” he said. His light sing-song voice had a hard edge to it this time though, and the look on Elliot's face said he didn't buy it.
This gave her the opening she needed. “That's right, Elly. My... friend and I are going to continue this conversation outside.”