Charlie's lips curled into an easy enough smirk, although the expression didn't quite reach her eyes. Babysitter, her mind hissed in anger. Fucking babysitter.
Giving a small shrug, she answered out loud, "Nice to meet you. You're in Los Angeles, California. Wolfram & Hart is a law firm with... special connections. As to how you came to be here?" She shrugged once more, looking almost bored for a second. "My guess would be a coven, but I wasn't given specifics. All I know is, you apparently have something special to bring to the table and rather than let your considerable... talents go to waste with your death, you were brought here instead, to better utilize them."
Stepping forward slightly, she pulled a pair of keys from her pocket that was attached to a keychain with the Wolfram & Hart symbol engraved upon it. "These are the keys to your penthouse and your vehicle, both provided by the firm," she explained, holding them out for him to take. "Free of charge, of course. The firm wants to make certain your transition is as easy and untramatic as possible."
Once more her attention flickered to the gun before returning to his face. "You might want to be careful with that thing, too," she offered some advice. "The Senior Partners don't like it when their property gets destroyed."