Jack's smile brought out a smirk on her face, a flash of amusement that was gone as soon as it had arrived. Wrong stop, moving on - and then it came back at D-D-D-Dorcas' embarrassment at having Jack's arm around her shoulders. Charlie would have had a much different, more physical reaction, but Dorcas' was much, much funnier. And didn't cost Jack a broken nose.
She sighed. "Charlie. They should just hand out nametags or something, would be faster..." The last bit muttered, her mouth shrank into a hard line. "Feel like we should just be able to sue on account of them changing everything up without our knowing...I mean, who leaves real organs lying around in jars? Probably some morgue somewhere missing a few pieces of a customer.
"Though, so far, this is the only floor that I've been on that's been this...gross," she added, after a beat. "The others don't seem too bad. Mine went all medieval." Her voice was still straightforward, but the fact that the woman seemed familiar to her made her stick around and talk more. Unusual for Charlie, certainly.