Charlie wasn't expecting company, but then this wasn't his house anymore. The company might have been for Ted, or Xanadu or even Firekeeper. Anything was possible he supposed, so he shrugged, setting the small bowl of fruit on the counter, only after grabbing an apple to munch on. The detective headed for the door, humming some song or other. Actually it was "Stuck onto You" by a man who was slightly popular with criminals, criminally insane, and cops alike.
He opened the door, chewing a mouthful of apple. He looked down at the young woman before him, then looked around to see if perhaps she might be with a group of people. One never knew. His attention came back to the young woman, not that it ever fully left. And as he swallowed the apple, he finally spoke.
"Hello." Yes, he could certainly chat people up, couldn't he? He smiled slightly and watched her. "How might I help you?"
He had shifted his weight ever so slightly. A door wouldn't stop everything, but it'd certainly slow things down. Plus, it would make for a nice distraction. Charlie didn't want to give away that he knew who she was; the woman was certainly not mentally well, and he didn't know what she might do if she felt threatened. Hopefully no one else was in the house; things might get a little distressing.