After Charlie had snuck out of the infirmary yesterday, she had come back to her apartment and changed into something slightly more comfortable before falling asleep on the couch while watching re-runs of old TV shows she didn't particularly like. That's how she woke up that morning at the sound of knocking; curled up on her side on the couch, her TV still on and playing softly, the remote on the floor. Still groggy she stumbled to her feet and opened the door, dressed only in a pair of basketball shorts and a black tube top that didn't interfere with the bandages that covered the four inch burn a little bit below and to the left of the back of her neck.
Charlie had to blink a couple times before she recognized who it was at the door. "Kamal?" She said, utterly surprised and yet for some reason vaguely pleased to see him, and confused as to why she was pleased. She had expected that maybe a teammate or two would come to see if she was okay, but she didn't think anyone else would bother. "What are you doing here?"