Both her eyes and her dog followed him as he breezed into her apartment as though he owned it. Charlie's brows rose, adding commentary on that particular aspect of his attitude - one moment he looked like a frightened puppy, the next he was swaggering like top dog. Someone was putting on a show, but for now Charlie simply pocketed the information before shutting the front door. She didn't lock it, instead leaving an easy exit for whichever party chickened out first and needed to run.
Food and drink was out of the question; not only was Charlie a horrible hostess, he'd also essentially barged in on her, along with the fact that there was simply nothing in the apartment except maybe a half used bottle of ketchup. Grocery shopping was never high on her list of things to do, except for dog food, and if Dov wanted some of that, well, even then he would have to get it himself. Jack took up a position near Dov's feet, sitting on his haunches while putting his head on the cushions near where the young man was seated, giving him lonely eyes. Charlie herself took up a position across from the pair, perching lightly on the arm of the worn chair placed near the couch.
She shrugged. "Fuck if I know. I've never had a half sibling show the fuck up out of no where and demand me tell him my life story. What the hell did you want to know?" Her mind formulated all of her memories, the handful of years that seemed to have been happy in her mind before Madeleine left. For a moment she wondered how bad she could spin these stories, make the telling so awful that Dov would leave and everything would return to how it had been, sans the new information she'd learned. That certainly wasn't going away anytime soon.