A freaking summons. It was like being back at basic, put through dozens of mindless drills only to be singled out because you were either too good or just slacking at the back of the group or for no real reason at all. For a moment Charlie toyed with not answering it and exiting the building in some other, more round about fashion - that's what back doors were for, after all.
She was dressed in her all black security uniform, hair up in a pony tail and was just making sure that Jack was fed and walked before leaving for work when the concierge politely informed her that her presence was desired (now that was a nice word, desired, not demanded) in the lobby. The request (that ol' concierge, he really knew how to turn a phrase) had come from none other than Elias, and for a moment she wondered if he had some new theory on the black out, or if there was something else that needed to be done to her apartment to safeguard it.
In the end, she decided it would be too much hassle to walk all the way around the building to get to her bike - they might see her through the glass front doors of the building, and what drama that might evoke later on she had no desire to deal with. So once she had all of her necessities in order (wallet, cell phone, keys, bike helmet and her jacket on over her security shirt), she closed up her apartment and walked the short distance to the lobby.
Elias was there, as predicted, but what she did not expect was the two other parties - one of them being Dov, whom she'd told to leave just last night. Her face registered her shock, which was quickly eaten up by anger. If she was about to be told off by Elias for kicking the boy out, well, wasn't he just sticking his nose where it didn't belong! And who was this other guy? Charlie didn't recognize him, and for the moment she swept all thought of him aside in favor of zeroing in on the two people who were instantly pissing her off.
"The fuck is this? I told you to leave," she started, ever so delicate in handling situations, directing the phrases toward Dov. "And what're you doin'? This is none of yer business," she continued, turning on Elias next.