Everything he spat at her was justified given her behaviour, but that didn't make it any less hurtful. Her mother had been her idol when Charlotte was a young girl. She didn't thrust technology into her daughter's hands, but took her out into nature and read to her every single day. Having children may not have been her dream in life, but she had often thought about what sort of mother she'd be-- and it genuinely hurt her to hear these insults at her mothering abilities
before she had even
had a child.
And it hurt more when she realised that she wasn't going to get to do the sorts of things her mother did with her. She wasn't going to be able to walk around Wisconsin, visit the libraries, build snowmen in the winter and sit back with hot cocoa afterwards, cold but satisfied. That was part of her childhood, and she would never be able to do that with her child. She wanted to return to Earth, but her life there would never be the same, and that realisation really did hit her the hardest in that moment--
Although, while she was on the verge of having another inevitable, but understandable, breakdown, she didn't get the chance to even do that. She passed out after coughing up splatters of blood before any tear could break out-- and it was the brief coughing fit that did alert someone to come and search for her. The humans were more interested in keeping safe, that was true, but there was at least one ready to risk their life to help out Charlotte. Megumi was the last
human girl left, after Charlotte's... transformation, and she'd always felt close to Lottie anyway. The two had been best friends, really. They'd worked together in the lab, they cuddled under the covers to watch corny movies, and they even shared a bed aboard the spacecraft for comfort and support.
So like hell was she going to leave her alone, hearing her scream and then have a horrible coughing fit-- though she hadn't entirely expected to see Charlotte unconscious in the arms of the
leader of the planet. She had bravely rushed out before anyone could stop her and then promptly froze, staring up in fear, but refused to move or run away.
"...G-Get off her," she began quietly, her Japanese accent lighting each word. "G-Get off my f-friend or... or I'll hit you with... a... stick," she murmured, cringing at how ridiculous it sounded-- but the stick in her hand was her only real weapon right now.