Cat nodded, recognizing Charlie's reticence to say much more regarding her time in Germany. The blunt redirection of the conversation only made Cat want to know more, but as it often did with her, courtesy trumped curiosity -- at least in the short term. Cat had no desire to pry, or force Charlie to revisit moments of her life that were unpleasant, and she had quite graciously given Cat another point from which to continue the conversation, even if it didn't come from a place of genuine interest.
"Well," she smiled, "my father is English, by way of London, my mother Italian, by way of Naples. They separated when I was quite young, and so my siblings and I split time between the two cities. It gave me something of a taste for travel, and so when I graduated secondary school -- high school -- I decided I wanted to travel a bit. And so I did; backpacking, mostly. Staying at hostels, on various people's couches, tending bar at various seedy little locales."
She grinned, the memories clearly more fond than anything else.
"Anyway," she continued, "after a year or so of that, I came to New York for school, then after far more years of that, I came here for work." She smiled.
"So then, Charlie, my mysterious new friend, where did you come by your Jack? How long have you had him?"