Charlie glanced up from her slow but steady process of throwing her clothes in to see Cat entering the laundry room. It was a quick look, a little baffled that the woman's voice should curl around her name in such a familiar tone. But there was the familiar sensation of relaxation in Cat's presence, and Charlie was moved to something aside from a snappish remark.
"Jus'...some laundry," she replied, somewhat slowly and trying to not make it sound like she was giving a stupid answer to a stupid question. Her bag was almost half empty, but the smell radiating from it was nearly obscene. Rylee had really done a number on himself with all that drinking, and it was reflected in the vomit he'd left behind.
"You, uh, might wanna stand back. It's kinda gross."