She swallowed, a strikingly nervous gesture that she was usually able to control and suppress. It wasn't that she was afraid of this man, necessarily, but more of the idea of relating what had occurred and temporarily reliving it. This Elias was in no position to be asking her these questions, and she could easily say no. In fact, part of her was screaming to say no and to just walk away.
The feeling that told her to behave was urging her to come clean, because this man would understand. He would possibly do more than that, but Charlie wasn't quite comfortable with that newly presented notion just yet.
"I was talking with Cat," she started slowly, giving the briefest of details. "And it just hit me. I...couldn't hear. Anything. Just this...buzzing noise." She waved a hand by her ear to add an image to her story. "Couldn't understand her, and I didn't see you.
"Lobby was where I heard voices first. So I went to my apartment," she continued, carefully and as logically as she ever got. "I had someone take care of me. Not that I needed it," she tacked on at the end, her chin jutting up pridefully.
"But you didn't hear nothing. You saw things. Is that what yer sayin'?"