Charlie remained in the hall for a moment, considering Elias' invitation while Dov continued to stare at her from within the apartment. She returned her younger brother's (now that was still weird to say, younger sibling, little brother) poker face with a cool gaze; then she stepped over the threshold, far enough in that if one were to close the door at this point, they'd have to shove her out first.
"Jus' wanted to talk, don't get yer panties in a twist," she replied hotly. Then she took a moment to reign in her self-defense mechanism for the next set of words she'd have to say. The whole reason why she came up here in the first place. To stall for time, she glanced toward where Elias had gone, seeing the truth of his words in the dinner preparations on the counter. Then she looked back at Dov, sighed and rolled her shoulders.
"Look, I wanted to say...jus' say that I'm s...I felt bad fer what happened, between us, an' that I'm all right with you stayin' in the building, if that's what's happenin'." Charlie thought she was being quite generous, and hoped that she was phrasing things all right - words were such tricky things in the end.