A brow rose as Charlie moved further into the apartment, eyes wandering curiously around the space. The curtains that were supposed to offer privacy reminded her of the hospital in Germany she'd lingered in, and a frown curved her lips.
"Yeah, what do yah do?" Not like she was going to offer him a job - she couldn't imagine who would actually enjoy her line of work when she herself detested it. Plus he was a kid, and the best she'd probably be able to get him hooked up with would be some sort of a desk job, but Charlie wasn't that benevolent in the first place. She wandered closer to the table, eying the food Elias already had set out. It looked like stuff Rylee tried to make her eat, but her stomach grumbled in response to the food regardless.
She was trying to seem nonchalant, but there was the feeling of excitement that Dov wanted to stay longer. If that happened, she had a better chance of getting to know him, and through him, her mother. But she wasn't going to go skipping around the apartment, telling him what a good idea it was and oh was there anything she could do to help? Instead she simply turned on her heel to look back at the younger man.