Charlie shifted uncomfortably at his disapproving tone, especially considering how often she had used that tone on people who left the infirmary early. But usually they went and did stupid things- she just wanted to rest in her own home where she could snore without being embarrassed. Plus she hated the feeling of relying on the staff there. She could take care of herself just fine, thank you. "It wasn't that bad of a hit," she lied horribly. "Just hit me in the wrong spot so I went down."
Charlie was surprised again by his simple statement. He was acting almost as though he checked up on her every time she had been hurt, and he hadn't. "Well... Thank you." Charlie said, a bit stiffly, but sincerely. She glanced inside her apartment and then back at Kamal. "Do you um... Want to come in?" She asked him.