Charlie took a sip from his glass and put it down on the table beside him. He wasn't quite sure if he was supposed to be a part of this little palaver, but if none of the Tazzies were going to ask it, then Charlie figured he might as well step up to the plate. He cleared his throat and began.
"We didn't get much of a chance to speak in that room back there, Mal, but at least the mystery of your whereabouts has been solved. About your speech, though... are you saying this isn't just about the Great Bitch anymore? I mean, hell, I get that it's all relative and metaphorical an' all... kind'a. But what, exactly, is this all about? What's your next move?"