Cat paused for a moment, then pressed the start button, cringing as she turned around to look at Charlie, shaking her head.
"Oh, dear God," she said, a little laugh escaping her. "He really must like you."
Reaching for her own bag of clothes, she moved to the machine next in line after the ones Charlie's clothes currently occupied. "Is this normal behavior for him?" she asked, picking clothes out of her bag article by article, turning them inside out and fastening them as she did. The question translated simply enough: is he a drunk? But that would be impolitic to say at this juncture, and Cat tried to avoid being impolitic if she could.
"I'm assuming he was drunk, rather than suffering from a round of bad sushi?" she asked with a tiny smile as she tossed her underwear into the machine.