She batted at Rylee's hand as he pulled food off of her plate, but only halfheartedly; for some reason, this whole scene made her far too happy, and in a way that should have registered as strange. There were plenty of reasons why she enjoyed the company of the blond man, but the dark haired woman was barely known - and yet, Charlie was still feeling the same thoughts that she had held upon their meeting in the laundry room. That there was absolutely no reason to distrust Cat, that she would be supportive and know all the answers and be comforting in all cases.
Happily, Charlie dug into her food, filling her mouth to capacity and even drenching her lips in the sauce. Without putting the fork down, she picked up a napkin and wiped at her face, all but bouncing in her chair as she glanced at Rylee while waiting for his answer; she followed on the heels of Cat's question with her own remarks, the words malformed because of her stuffed mouth.
"Oh, he's got a job in a museum, I 'spect he likes it just fine, don't yah, Ry?" She grinned again, stopping to chew but continuing to watch Rylee, leaving all points of attention on him.