Cat's own smile smoothed away into an attentive expression - and she simply listened. Watching Charlie plug away at the machine, she remained still and silent until it seemed her companion was finished. Then she went over to the machine.
"That's quite good, Charlie. Just here - see where it lets you choose the type of wash you'd like? You'll want to go with 'Hot,' since the load is rather soiled. Since it's white, you needn't worry about color bleed." With that, she made the adjustment, then stepped back from the machine.
"A friend is a dear thing," Cat said moving back into the previous conversation as though they'd never left. "And it sounds as though Rylee is a particularly dear one. I should think, though, that it might be worth thinking about what sort of friend you'd like him to be?" She smiled slightly then, finally. "You seem to have some reservations, though."