Charlie had arrived on her bike not five minutes before - finding the location hadn't been difficult, though she'd still gotten there a little early if only to not be counted as the last one to the party. She wasn't particularly looking forward to meeting the other residents of the apartment building, but she was definitely excited about the prospect of getting to shoot some poor sap in one of the more tender areas. The enticing lure of violence, even if it was somewhat safe violence, put a small smile on her face. Besides, she hadn't done much between work and trying to find a way to deal with the current strangeness of the building, she figured she had some anxiety to work off.
The kickstand in place and bike locked up, helmet under her arm, she headed towards a figure smoking not too distantly away. She was dressed as she usually was, though she opted to switch her jeans for loose fitting pants; as she got closer, she noted that the smoker was bright orange. Walking target, her mind thought, wondering why they would wear such an obvious and eye-catching color. "Hey...this is for the Pax Letale paintball game, right?" She reached the man, trying not to laugh at the ridiculous outfit.