[Charlie's already tossing empty drawers onto the floor.] Yeah, I think we should be able to--AUGH. [He turns to check out what Hange's up to just in time to get smacked in the face with the handle of a hammer. It catches him right in the mouth. He spends a full minute stomping around and unintelligibly yelling as he clutches his mouth. Luckily he seems to have kept all of his teeth this time but that blood's gotta be coming from somewhere. He wheels on Hange, his voice still muffled by his hands.]

THE FUCK, DUDE? WHO JUST RUNS AROUND FLINGING HAMMERS AT PEOPLE. WHO DOES THAT. JESUS CHRIST. [Back to unintelligible yelling for a moment, then:] ALSO NO, FAKING A SEVERED LIMB IS A DUMB IDEA. THAT DOESN'T HAPPEN. FUCK.

[But he roots around near the dresser until he finds the hammer and then starts in on disassembling the drawers with one hand. The limb thing might be dumb but overall this ain't a half bad scheme and he knows a thing or two about scheming.

Still, though. Holy shit, Hange.]