Eli invited her to Eileen's, and perhaps that's the reason for the cross look upon the middle-aged woman's face as she holds the door open. She probably still doesn't trust Charlie, and the redhead couldn't blame the woman, even if there's a defensive binding of her throat at the thought she looks like some stressed out addict. It isn't her fault she comes from Irish heritage, a cruel trait to posses in the Vegas summer sun.
Her lips split into a wide grin to greet the irritated woman, hips hugging the door frame to bar access to her home. At least these kids are probably safe under this roof. No one could get past this bear of a woman. She'd rip their throat out if the cold glare of her eyes doesn't turn her victims to stone first. "Hi," Charlie states quickly, loudly, and awkwardly. The woman's eyes roll into their sockets before she stands to the side and allows the young woman outside access to her house.
Stepping into the living room, there's a particularly warm feeling about the space. It's well-lived in, the furniture aged from wear and tear of children probably bouncing upon its springs. The walls are covered in photographs, not an empty space upon the table surfaces covered in smiling faces, reminding Charlie this woman has raised a small village of children, and there's some respect for that, even if Eileen probably thinks she's smuggling drugs in the bag of DVDs in her hand. Perhaps she'll check to see if there's mushrooms on the pizza scalding Charlie's hand through the cardboard box and there's a distant smile at the thought she shouldn't have ordered plain just to mess with the woman.
Eileen guides her down the hall, quiet steps from the woman, surprisingly so considering how strong her presence is, like you could feel her taking up the space before you saw her. And it's almost funny that such a short woman could appear so intimidating. Her knuckles rap against the door, the wood around the hinges damaged as if she'd been used to removing this barrier. Perhaps it's from unruly teenagers. Maybe Eli's been acting up.
"You have a visitor," the small redhead states bluntly, her disdain obvious in her voice and Charlie mashes her lips together to hide the smile. Even if she's amused, she's still terrified.
