As soon as Briar had started talking to Charlotte over the boards, Briar and Rose had both felt something. Now they knew what it was, it was Snow. Snow, of all people, their sister. Well, Rose's sister technically, but Briar fully intended on treating this Charlotte woman like her own. The girl was obviously lost, Briar could see that plainly as she'd been there many times before herself throughout her measly one hundred and fifty years as a reincarnate. Measly because, when she thought about how much longer she actually had, it didn't sit as well with her as she might make it appear otherwise. Yes, Briar wanted to help her, if Charlotte would let her.
She kept herself busy by puttering around in her small kitchen making tea, with the MTN system Charlotte would be there fairly quickly and her eyes swept around the place to make sure everything was in order. It wasn't the nicest of apartments, but it also wasn't the shabbiest, and she didn't have a lot of stuff to really clutter the place so it was as kept as it was going to be. Her eyes narrowed on a cob web along the window above the kitchen sink and swept it away with a paper towel, the tea kettle whistling at the same time as she heard a knock on her door and there was a brief moment of not knowing which to tend to first. Picking up the kettle and placing it on an unheated eye, Briar rushed (with composure) to the door and opened it, flashing Charlotte a wide smile.