The smile faded a little from her face - of course she liked Rylee. As a friend. He was her best friend, had been for years. But it was quite clear that Cat probably didn't imply like in that context; and a little voice in Charlie's mind said that she'd be lying if she said anything other than yes. Her mouth flapped for a moment, shoulders hunched and then shrugging as she tried to find a way around answering the question.
"I, well, I mean...s'not like I could'a just left it there. I mean, he vomited in my apartment, an' on me. An' I...I couldn't jus', yah know, leave him to rot in the hallway. I jus'..." She distracted herself by moving over to the whites machine and getting that one going as well, mimicking the sequence of buttons she'd seen Cat push. For some reason, simply saying 'fuck no' to Cat's question seemed not only impossible, but that even if she managed to, Cat would see right through it with x-ray vision.
"He's been my friend for years," she finally continued, quietly, as though this were an admission in itself.