"We're alive, I guess we can say that much." Her comment was definitely a little depressing, compared to others' remarks, but thankfully, the conversation moved along and over her pessimistic words.
Leaning back in her chair, Charlie slung an arm over the back rest as the other allowed its fingers to lightly grip the glass of beer. A waiter arrived with food, putting steaming plates in front of everyone, and Charlie eyed her burger suspiciously.
"My bike keeps me pretty occupied," she said in reply to Fee's question, "but there's a nice lil shootin' range over in Huntington Beach. If yer not afraid of guns, that is," she added, picking up the garnishing pickle from her plate and giving an amused smirk before helping herself to a bite. "I always wanted tah try paintball, too, but yah gotta get a group together for shit like that," she added, still chewing.