The sight of Rylee's anxiety softened her face a little, and she gave him a shrug in response to his question - it was sort of a long story, and now wasn't the time or place for explanations that she was never good at. Before she could respond toward the invitation to a movie, though, her attention was caught by Elias and the bags he'd brought. Most people would've found that instance a good time to invite their guests into their living spaces, but Charlie was sorely lacking in proper social etiquette.
Her brows rose in curiosity and surprise. "And here I was thinin' you'd still be mad about me half blindin' yah," she retorted, eyes going to the things in his arms. Jack tried to scoot forward further, but she shoved him back with a well placed but gentle foot. Finally, with a sigh, she opened the door wider and ushered the two men into her apartment. To the immediate right was a small kitchen, the cheap counters lined with plastic bags and left over containers that spoke of her diet, which mainly consisted of take out.
Further on was the living room, with one threadbare couch and a single chair angled toward a small television set into a corner. Two piles of clothes were situated on the top of the couch, neither folded nor looking particularly clean. to the right was a door that presumably led to her bedroom, half-open but completely off limits regardless. Next to that door was the bathroom. It was closed, since Jack insisted on drinking out of the toilet and then dripping everywhere.
Charlie moved far enough to be in the living room section of her tiny apartment, and leaned against the beaten piece of furniture with her arms crossed over her chest. She didn't especially like having people in her space, and if Elias hadn't been there, she would have more than likely simply grabbed her jacket and gone out with Rylee. "So what's the occasion?" Her question was directed toward Elias, drawing his attention away from her nervous friend. It was the best she could do to try and make the situation less awkward for him.