Charlie was never very good at telling sincerity from its sibling. Her mouth flattened into a line, disliking ever having to give out information about herself.
"Should be under Fairica. Charlie Fairica." Though it came off a bit Bond-esque, she was merely supplying the information in the manner he'd asked it. She wasn't against following Idris inside, for despite the semi-late hour, she was still enjoying the last dregs of sunlight. She rarely got outside often anymore, straddled between her job that kept her largely indoors, and her own apartment, though she did her best to get out through the excuse of taking Jack for walks and just a general day-to-day running pattern.
Her eyes moved from Idris back to the bikes, and her heart gave a little twist that she would be forced to bid the row of them u, but something told her she'd be back, though she knew in the back of her mind that there was no reason for her to purchase another bike. The idea of a premonition, or a sense of deja vu, was strange and laughable to her, but that was a little like how she was feeling now - shaking her head to dispel such thoughts, she glanced back up, waiting for Idris to lead the way, since he was doing such a good job of playing host thus far.