She continued to stare toward the two men, as though she'd bore a hole in their heads with her gaze alone. Then she realized that Cat had asked another question, and her head snapped back to bring the other woman's face into her eyesight.
"Uh, yeah. Um, high school," was the answer, in her usual short, terse sentences. Jack gave a wide yawn, the end of which disappeared into a short whine, scratching his ear. Charlie put her own hand to her neck, giving it a rub and shifted in her stance. Standing still for so long was starting to make her anxious in its own way. As her hand dropped down to her side, she glanced around at the growing crowd and her desire to disappear back into her apartment grew, along with her irritation.
"This is fuckin' ridiculous. Where's that...whaddah call it, that concierge, there has to be someone to complain to..."