After Charlie had righted herself and showed their dark friend his room that had particularly thick curtains, the house began to shake. If only until Katherine's temper had past, shaking her head she watched the woman and braced herself against the staircase.<br/><br/>Once Katherine had made her statement of unhappiness the house became normal again, at least until her next outrage. Charlie had made it downstairs and heard a knocking at the door, just as she sat down in the armchair by the fire. Everyone had gone to bed and well, here she was working the graveyard shift until at midnight.<br/><br/>Standing from where she had sat, she moved rather elegantly towards the door. Gently, she turned the knob and peeked out from behind. This was a small town and looking before you opened the door was a rare thing to do, it wasn't quite late at night to be paranoid. " Jason..." She paused staring at the man in the suit behind the door, opening it a bit wider to look at him better. "What brings you here?" She didn't hate him, no. Charlie actually liked him alot, he would stare at here like many others... but there was something different in his eyes, he seemed more sincere. "You're not here to rent a room?" She joked, bringing up her hand to cover her mouth as she smiled a bit at him. The blonde woman had almost forgotten that her hand was injured, her free uninjured arm was playing with the end of dress. Gingerly, she tucked a stray hair behind her hair. "Do you... want something to drink?" It was a foreign feeling, to try and coax a man to come inside, she knew he had business here.<br/><br/>(( OOC: IT'S COOL! :D Charlie likes him, no one is nice to her. xD ))