Her face maintaind a passive semi-attentive expression, which only seemed to fall in line with her original intentions when she'd asked the question. At least this Cat person was taking it all in stride - Charlie had to give her kudos for that.
Then again, she was also taking the question and running with it, as though she'd been bursting to talk this entire time and Charlie was making a very poor conversational partner. Which, by all means, she was. Charlie was a little taken aback by the offering of so much information (although it couldn't have been anything that anyone else wouldn't offer someone when trying to be friendly), and she found that she was definitely enjoying Cat's company the more time passed.
Her gaze dropped back down to the German Shepard seated on the floor between them, panting happily as his muzzle was tilted up to see what the sudden show of attention was for. "Only a year. Adopted." Her stunted replies were poor next to Cat's eager words, but Charlie had never been one to open up to others easily. Her hand raked Jack's head, giving the currently pampered pooch another scratch on the head. "He's, uh, just a pet." She turned the conversation back around, finding her interest in the other woman growing; not to mention that the conversation was making the time go by, distracting her from her anxious thoughts, and hopefully the lights would come back on soon. Then Charlie could retreat back to her apartment, none worse for the wear. "What do you do?"