"Unique if yah mean weird," was her comment, shortly before swallowing her mouthful of food. "That blackout was somethin' else." Though it had only been the one incident in the building, the accompanying freak out had been entirely unwelcome. Anything that caused a relapse in her PTSD (which was what she was holding out as the explanation) was grounds for instant placement on her shitlist. Though there had been no further incidents, Charlie certainly still held a grudge against the building staff for such a lapse in customer service. They'd never even received an apology for the lack of power.
Helping herself to another two slices of beef along with a hearty sip of her drink.