Gin looked up when she heard the door open and smiled a small, soft smile at Charlie, "Hey you," she said, happy she wasn't just a lump on his sofa and rather got to visit with him.
"I'm..." she shrugged, "A drink sounds good." She couldn't really say how she was doing, she knew she was sad, that she was going through the motions these days, but that didn't really seem like an answer.