Charlie gave a brief nod for the information that Elias was doing all right - he'd seemed fine that night at his job's building, but for some reason it was especially reassuring to hear the information from Cat. Why that should be so, Charlie had no idea, but she brushed off worrying about that particular facet of their evolving relationship.
The reach forward to smooth her hair back, though, caused Charlie to start and move back a pace, tilting her head up to look at Cat from her kneeling position on the floor. Perhaps what startled her the most was how perfectlty natural the action felt and her lack of discomfort at the other woman's close presence. She found herself returning Cat's smile, albeit just a tiny one that barely curved her lips - still, it certainly altered her face from it's usual angry mask.
"Yeah, uh, he's...he knew what tah do. Rylee, I mean. That's his name. But I told yah that already," she quickly amended, reminded of the conversation she and Cat had during the night of the power outage. Her laundry bag emptied, she stepped back and closed the door for the darks machine.
For a moment she stood awkwardly holding the bag, and then abruptly turned to put it on a small counterspace that ran the length of the middle of the room. Then she moved back toward the washer, staring at the button options as though it were some brainiac's puzzle. "I mean, we've known each other so long, s'like, I dunno." She gave a sigh, and finally hit a few buttons that put the washer into motion. "He just knew what tah do."