After having survived the vampire hunts one hundred and fifty years before, Charlotte was more than guarded when around people she hadn't met before. After all, one never knew where a threat could come from. Now that supernaturals were in the open, it was difficult to tell how people would react. Charlotte rarely trusted humans, though this woman seemed...different.
At her comment about male chaperons, Charlotte let out a humored laugh. "Oh my dear, I believe you have that spot on." In her long life, Charlotte had experienced much of that. "Let us not forget their tendency to see women more as objects than as people." After all, her own father had pawned her off for marriage when she'd been fourteen. Not that she could completely blame him given how many siblings she had, but that still didn't quite excuse it.
Charlotte looked at her companion, struck by how she seemed at peace and reveled at being alone at night. "The night certainly has a way of giving comfort. I find much the same. There is a comfort in the darkness when you have some moments to yourself." It did pique Charlotte's interest in this woman.