To say Charlie was confused would be an understatement. She was absolutely baffled. One moment, she was on her way to the break room to get a snack from the vending machine and a few moments of peace. Now, she found herself in what she could tell was some sort of bar. Nothing fancy, but not some dingy old sports bar either. Either someone managed to pull some very elaborate prank, or perhaps she had been working too hard and the stress had caused her to hallucinate.

Still, she was a bit hungry and she could use a drink. Prank, hallucination, or something else, Charlie hesitantly took a seat on one of the bar stools and began to survey the menu. There was a mix of apprehension and relief overwhelming her. Though, this wasn't a feeling unfamiliar to her. Her day to day life had become one of research, surviving against whatever B.O.W.s (Bio-Organic Weapons), megalomaniacs, and other pathogenic horrors had run rampant at any given moment. She was a geneticist, after all. In particular, her expertise were in cloning, and it has been public knowledge for quite some time that she had successfully cloned mutations that were once the Umbrella Corporation's results of cruel experimentation.

Perhaps that was what had brought her here. Something regarding her work had been on her mind nagging at her for lord knows how long. No, not something, someone. Someone who had entered her life thanks to her cloning methods, had become a partner in her work, and, someone she realized long ago she had feelings for. Feelings Charlie longed to confess to him, but felt she could never admit fearing she might hurt him. Besides, she wasn't even sure if he would even feel the same way.