[Faced with such outrage, Charlie takes a step forward. Maybe not the best plan for a guy who is incredibly flammable, but the purity of this anger is just so enticing-]

I'm tellin you that the best way to protect me AND to get out of this situation is to get shot, yeah! [He doesn't actually believe in his plan quite so ardently, but it'd serve him well, so he sticks with it.] Or are you sayin you got a better plan? You wanna burn shit until those guys give up!?

Throwin me's not gonna-

[Thud.

A plume of green billows around Charlie, the color starkly splattered on his white shirt.]

Oh, fuckin' wonderful! That is YOUR fault! [The undead don't breathe, but Charlie's nostrils flare as the powder tickles the back of his throat. He coughs, elbow jerking upwards to cover his mouth.]

C'mere. [The demand is quieter this time, muffled by his sleeve, but no less impudent.]