She looked up from where she'd been stuffing more beef into her mouth, glancing at Cat with the same expression as that of a stray dog who'd been lured in by the sweet scent of free food who's just learned they're about to be caught by animal control.
Using the food as an excuse to keep from talking and think of something to say, a short quiet that was broken here and there by the nearly inaudible sounds of chewing.
"Yeah, was'a coincidence. And, uh, work. Work...um, transfer," she mumbled, quickly putting more food into her mouth as though that would stave off more questions.
Even Rylee had basically had to beat answers out of her, and even though she felt as comfortable with Cat as though the woman were her own mother, Charlie could not bring herself to admit the accident that had expelled her from the USMC.