Adelaide laughs, shakes her head while she sips her coffee. "The hospital was... well, I'm good enough at reading to invalids and redirecting a confused old man from pulling out his lines, but I wouldn't say it was exactly my calling, anyway," she admits, with no real regret. "I'm just looking for a little something to keep me busy, really. Preferably here, so Charlie can come along sometimes."
She watches Karen succumb to Charlie's charms, as proud-yet-bemused by it as she often is. Babies were a foreign concept to Adelaide, until she had one. She never had any younger siblings, even any cousins, and surely no one was going to let "that Hawkins girl" babysit their kids, even if she'd been inclined to do so. Which she certainly had not. A fraught and poisonous relationship with her own mother had left Adelaide pretty cold on the idea of her own maternal instincts - until she'd found herself looking into eyes the shape of her own, until she found herself reached for by a pair of chubby hands for comfort no one else could give.
Other women seem to catch on to these concepts without having to be smacked in the face with them, though Adelaide doesn't really know how. Karen Sharpe seems to be one of them. Charlie obliges her interest, sitting forward (a brand new skill) and reaching for the button at her cuff. "Feel free to pick him up," she adds with a smile. "People need their baby fixes as much as their coffee fixes."