"I'm still mad at you, you know." Charlie wasn't surprised by this statement. Understandably, Vaggie was not please with Charlie's news of her recent "adventure." It was quite the risk she had took, but Charlie firmly believed she made the right choice. Vaggie still wasn't quick to forgive, but then she never was.
"Just don't take it out on my patient." Was her retort. Her tone was admittedly pretty brisk, but Charlie had grown used to Vaggie's sultry nature, and she herself didn't feel emotional when getting scolded.
"I might have to if he decides to repeat what happened yesterday." Vaggie muttered.
"It's not going to happen." Charlie said, bluntly. She wasn't having arguing about this again. She had faith in her client, and that was that. She couldn't explain why, she just knew she couldn't turn her back on him. No one was beyond help.
That being said, Charlie may have overstated how her encounter played out to Vaggie. She had been waiting in her office all day, but there was no guarantee that the man would even show. Charlie had just been too excited over the very prospect of that, and so she spent all day readying herself for the event. Vaggie had still kept her company, but this was more-so out of concern than anything else, and Charlie had even taken care to downplay the full extent of the man's violent tendencies. It was only after a few more tense, silent moments and Charlie pretending to be more busy than she actually was until there was a buzzing at the door.
Vaggie couldn't say a word before Charlie practically leapt to the door in her excitement, but when she gripped the knob she paused for a bit to regain her composure.
"Hellooooo!" She exclaimed cheerfully as she flung the door open. But it was only Angel Dust, the only demon so far that had agreed to become a "patient" under Charlie's care, though she got the impression that it was for his own amusement or personal gain, rather than anything else.
"Yeah, it's me." He muttered as he pushed his way past her.
"Need a place to sleep?" Vaggie sighed, not even bothering to make eye contact. Angel Dust returned her spite by promptly seating himself in a chair propped up against a wall with an uncaring attitude.
"Got it in a little trouble recently, this place will keep me out of sight for a while." He gestured at Charlie with his thumb.
"So what's she so happy about? More than usual, I mean."
"She's just been waiting for our latest friend to show up. And going off her description, he's even more of a handful than you are." Vaggie explained. Angel Dust tittered at this.
"Really? Quite the juggling act you've got going on, Cherry-Cheeks." He laughed, before grabbing one of the magazines Charlie had left out for any visitors. Between Vaggie's concern and Angel Dust's contempt, Charlie was not amused. She hoped the news of a harsh outlaw would start making people take her...seriously. Unfortunately, Angel Dust picked up on her disdain as she resumed her position at her desk.
"Well, go on. Tell me about the guy. Emotional issues? Sadist? Cry-baby? What's he like?" He prodded, his position in the chair becoming more and more relaxed. Charlie exchanged glances with Vaggie to see if there was any input she wanted to provide, and then spoke up when Vaggie said nothing.
"Well, he's...big. Giant, even. Green. I don't know a lot about him other than the fact that he's strong and good at fighting." She began to explain carefully, but Angel Dust interrupted her.
"Hold on a sec. This guy wouldn't happen to have arms the size of tree trunks, would he? Faceless, silent mystery-man?" He asked, the sleazy expression of his face shifting to one of curiosity. Charlie and Vaggie both returned his interest.
"Yeah...why?" Charlie asked, lifting an eyebrow.
"I saw some guy fit that bill lurking around outside this hotel. Was wondering what the fuck he was doing. Seemed lost." Angel Dust told them. At that, the exhilaration that Charlie lost only a moment ago was returned to her.
"Oh! I should go get him, then...no, wait! That's not professional enough, I have to look like I'm preoccupied...or will it be better that I try to be friendlier at first?" Once again she found herself pacing back and forth in her excitement.
"Look, I'll just...I'll just go talk to him." Vaggie sighed, and started for the door, before throwing Charlie a look over her shoulder.
"You'd better be right about him." And then she was gone. Angel Dust had returned to his nonchalant act, absent-mindedly flipping through his magazine. But Charlie wasn't about to let the demeanor of her companions ail her mood. With luck, she would finally be able to experience the moment she had waited for so long for, to actually redeem a willing soul. And maybe Angel Dust would be willing to finally play ball after seeing how good at her job she was. That she wasn't just some kind of hack, or a kid in over her head.

When Vaggie returned with the armored man from before, his form was as intimidating as ever, lurching over Vaggie as his boots announced every step he took profoundly. Fortunately, Charlie had accommodated the hotel for demons of all sizes, as Hell had many kinds of creatures to offer, so he had no trouble moving around. He even seemed impressed by the building himself, as his head swept around to take in the environment. Charlie stood by the door to her office to wave them down, Vaggie giving her a nervous smile while the man seemed to relax at the sight of her. Poor thing must spend all its time surrounded by strange, unforgiving faces.
As he awkwardly stepped past her, she noticed just how filthy his armor was in the light, spattered by blood that could've been days old, and other stains less so.
"I think he killed someone on the way here!" Vaggie hissed to Charlie once the stranger was out of earshot.
"I told you to give him a chance!" Charlie whispered back, before sliding out a chair that could support the man's impressive bulk.