Elias took in the apartment quickly, making inferences and judgments from what he could see. Money did, indeed, seem to be a sore point, based on the state of the couch. She wasn't a domestic woman (but Elias had already surmised this). The kid was at home here. Now that was interesting.
Elias made a space on Charlie's kitchen counter, then set her gifts there. "No occasion," he answered. "You just need these things." Pushing the bat and the black lacquered box to the side, he started unpacking the plastic bag. The window clamps were the most enigmatic, and these were the ones he set aside. The pepper spray was in one of those keychain-friendly clips. Elias looked for her keys in the small apartment, but they didn't immediate present themselves to him. He frowned.
"I'll start on these," he said, taking the boxed window clamps in hand and opening them. There was a window just past the couch. And as he walked past the kid perched there, he couldn't help but notice that something was pretty wrong with him. He didn't look at all like the person who tried facing him down moments before. Elias glanced between Rylee and Charlie, then frowned and headed to the window in the back of the room.