Charlie gladly took the opportunity to switch to something that didn't require her to talk about herself - she followed Cat's nod, her eyes trying to pick out the two men standing off to the side. One was holding a flashlight pointed politely down at the floor, and she knew instantly who that was from his posture and the distant sound of his voice. Rylee was probably prepared for each and every emergency he'd encounter (including tornadoes, though those were the least likely to happen in California) and she was somewhat glad to see him.
"The dork with the flashlight is Rylee - not sure who the other one is," she answered. "But no, I don't work with either of them."
Swapping Jack's lead to her other hand, she stretched her now free right arm, she wasn't sure whether to frown at the attention from the men or to smirk. She wasn't irritated, necessarily, from her encounter with Rylee from a few days ago, but then again Charlie always found something to be irritated about. "Rylee's a museum curator. Or at least, will be, I think."