She nodded her head, eyes divided between him and watching for the light to change so that they might proceed. Her impatience was obvious through the constant motion of her body - a hand rose and fell; nails scratched at an elbow, or picked at her shirt; knees bent, straightened, and bent again, like a runner waiting for the starting gun. But these little tics didn't include running her mouth, not unless she was angry or in the mood to annoy someone, and neither of those definitions fit the current situation. Instead, Charlie did her best to seem attentive and interested in what Elias was saying, and, strangely enough, she found that she did.
Without realizing it, she found herself returning the smile.
"Yeah, there ain't many people I'd like to talk to where I'm at, so I can see why that'd be a perk." A light chirping sound alerted her like a bloodhound, perking her ears and turning her head to motion that they should begin the walk toward the brightly lit Burger King across the street. "Sometimes I think I could sit in silence all day." The oddity of the sentence struck her after it was already out - true, she could pass hours just sitting and reading the poetry she apparently adored, but no one else needed to know that. To most appearances, she seemed boisterous, extroverted (at least when drunk), and extremely obnoxious. But she felt completely comfortable speaking to Elias in this fashion, and rather than letting that strange feeling give her cause to turn on her heel and walk straight back to where her bike was, she went with it.
"But it could drive me crazy, too," she quickly added, walking up to the Burger King and entering first, though remembering at the last moment to at least hold the door open for her dinner companion.