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It's Brittany, Bitch | Ερις (eristic) wrote in paxletalelogs,

She started walking, keeping a careful pace that would let Elias keep up. Despite her short stature, Charlie had always been one to move quickly (both physically and mentally), often leaving others behind for good or ill. Carefully keeping hold of her purchases, she took the lead - something she was perfectly comfortable with - in taking them through the winding labyrinth of the store and out into the cool evening. Surprise wasn't particularly the word to describe her feelings toward Elias' question, though it was certainly one aspect of them; but there was also an excitement regarding the attention, one she was quick to stoke.

"Uh, yeah," she started lamely, never one good at explanations or simply talking about herself. "It's pretty random. All over the place...but I kinda like it like that. Keeps it interestin'." Of course, her occasional torment of a mall patron or late night worker (like Elias himself) added a few extra perks to her job. Overall, though, Charlie was otherwise bored to tears and rather loathing her current occupation, though she had no wherewithal to find another. Things were hectic enough as it was, and maybe there was something more to do with the little voice in the back of her mind that she wasn't going to find another job anywhere, anytime soon, except if it were flipping burgers at McDonald's. If she thought the mall cop job was embarrassing, well, there were worse punishments for people with personalities like hers.

"An'...yers? I guess...it's fine?" She'd led them to a cross walk and hit the button that would let the electric wiring know to sound the alarm once the cars were being held at bay. But Charlie tried to show sincere interest in the question, though in all reality she had no idea what it was he did for a living, nor why it was important or important to him. Something said she ought to change that, and, well, here she was, giving it her best shot.