[A gun. That gun that Jon had told her about, but she couldn't figure out how to actually approach that subject without Tim likely feeling threatened.

She sighs heavily, closing the space between herself and Tim. If he looks at her, she'll attempt to catch his eye and hold the gaze before grabbing the arm holding the gun, lowering it to point at the floor.

Her voice is quiet; calm, but firm.] Put it away. We're not doing this tonight.

Gilia? [Charlotte speaks louder for the woman to hear.] Listen to me. Please.

[The redhead sighs, hoping so much that this doesn't turn into even more of an unmitigated disaster. Because she doesn't need anybody bleeding or dead or dealing with the law tonight.]

I know Tim and Jacob have spent time together. And I don't think Tim is looking to do anything but spend time with Jacob. And it's really okay.

I promise. Let Jacob tell you the same.