"You know, other than the concierge, I've never seen anyone involved with the management," she mused. And it was true - there were times when it seemed as though Pax was run by a skeleton crew, if any crew at all, besides their rather charming attendant. It wasn't entirely unheard of - it seemed rare enough to Cat for owners of a building such as this to live in it. Even so, it would be nice to have a name. She'd have to remind herself to look into it.
Her next suggestion to Charlie would have been that she send an e-mail to the address that had been in the welcome packet new tenants seemed to receive, but before she had the chance, she got the distinct sense that someone was looking at her - no, someone was watching her. The intensity of the sense was such that it felt as though the hairs on the back of her neck, on her arms, were standing on end. Quickly, she glanced around, but in the darkness, she couldn't make out anyone's eyes, let alone where they were focused. Shaking it off, she turned back to Charlie.
"What an odd coincidence, though," she smiled, that the two of you should find each other after so much time, and here, of all places. It's a long way from Missouri, no?" She cast another glance at him and his companion. Neither of them evoked the powerful sense of connection she felt to Charlie, and yet somehow, even in the dark, even without being able to see their features, they felt familiar somehow. Somehow.
This was all getting a little strange. She found herself hoping, despite rather enjoying Charlie's company, that the lights would go on soon.
"Honestly, if this keeps up, I may go out and get a drink," she gave Charlie a half smile.