An excited bark greeted the knuckle rap, followed by a hushed voice that sounded like it was cursing at the source of the earlier sound. Feet moved toward the door, sounding like something much larger than what undid the chain and lock in order to open the door and investigate who was at her door.
A rarity, Charlie was neither drunk nor hung over, instead spending a relaxing evening just reading. If she wasn't drinking, she found more comfort in the poems a fellow Marine had turned her onto during her time in the suck - of course, no one else knew this and she'd hurriedly put the book back under the bed where it wouldn't be seen.
Her eyes narrowed at the small gathering outside of her door, taking in the sight of both men, lingering on the bag and box in Elias' hands. Jack poked his head through her legs and then around her right hip, tongue lolling from his jaws happily.
"You two lost?" She hadn't spoken to Elias since that night where she'd run into him during her patrols, and while she wasn't mad at Rylee for the other night's incident, neither had she made any plans to see him. It was one thing for her to go and seek out others - she rarely enjoyed it when others did the same to her. A deep frown carved its way across her features, waiting for some sort of explanation.