Charlie stands up and walks past Erec, into the room.
Erec: What are you doing here? Who are you?
Charlie crosses the room, not looking up at him. She puts her journal on a little desk.
Erec: Hello?
Charlie sits down on the bench at the desk and motions for Erec to join her as she scribbles something in the notebook. He goes over to read what she’s written.
Charlie, writing: I’m Deaf, so if we want to talk, we have to write.
Erec: Oh!