Char glanced back at Vinnie. For a second, there was a hint of a sting to his grin -- something a little bit challenging. No, it wasn't Vinnie's job. Bulba had a brother who was doing just fine at looking out for him, without any intervention from the rival team. His tail gave an irritated twitch, ready to strike the ground in warning.

The sharp spark of pain that danced up his spine at the sudden movement, thankfully, seemed to knock the stupid out of Char. His expression faded, and he went back to shuffling his weary way over to Sasha's bedside. Man... she really was a mess. "Guess I can't fault you for followin' your gut," he told Vinnie. Even if he was of the opinion that Vinnie's gut was, well... full of shit. "You try and shut out your own nature, you just wind up like Charitard here."