(This one is bad and short and I'm sorry for that. I have trouble with my computer so I'm writing on phone which means it would be full of mistakes, sorry for that too)
She stopped when he turned abruptly toward her, obviously furious.
She raised an eyebrow quizzically as she looked at him, someone withdrew nerve?
Maybe he was trying to hide the anger and whatever else he feels right now, but it didn't really work out.
She couldn't help herself but wonder if he would become something like a real hurricane if she continues in this direction, but she had a feeling that she really doesn't want to find out.
After all, he was right, he didn't do or say anything wrong, which means he didn't deserve evildoing from her.
She listened to his speech, frowning all the time.
Oh, now it turns out that SHE has a problem? What is he, her psychiatrist?
Obviously bad one because he really shows too much emotion but she will point that out to him another time, now obviously there was no time for jokes.
"Okay, are you done with your interpretation of my personality? Does your wonderful monologue has a purpose, such as 'Yes Charlotte, we'd like you to help us because you said you want to do that?' " Her imitation of him was awful, really, but now is not the time to bothered about that. She emphasized her point.
It has made it clear that she is ready to help, but in the name of all, she didn't need him to figure out what kind of person she is, she already knows that she is perfectly normal, in the world outside of this.