The man's response confused Charlie - how did he know her name? The blackout? How had he known about that... A fellow resident, obviously. That much she could connect in the short term, but she couldn't put a name to his face. Lost in the action of trying to place him, the lights momentarily blinded her and left her attempting to blink away the white. Frowning hard enough to hurt, she put a hand to her face to rub at her left eye while both attempted to recalibrate to the adjusted room lighting.
"Don't think I've met you before," she all but growled, though it was tempered. She was having that same feeling she'd experienced while talking to Cat - a sense of deja vu, or some kind of recognition that went deeper than merely concluding the fact that he was an apartment dweller at Pax. Hands settling on her belt with a hip cocked, she looked a little rebellious, and it was an apt stance since she didn't particularly care for this man to spoil her fun as he had. And yet, in a similar vein as Cat, this man had a relaxing effect on her. She wasn't sure how she felt about that, but there wasn't much of a choice in the fact that her hackles were being proverbially lowered.
"I take it you live at Pax." The words and the statement were less vicious than they could have been, Charlie, for some reason, finding herself choosing them with some care. Her eyes traveled away from him for a moment, taking in the layout of the office space, trying to feign disinterest though, again, she felt the same urge to discover how and why she seemed to know this man, as she had with Cat.