As anticipated, Charlie finds his way up a few minutes later. He raps on the door, hardly urgent as he suspects her to be near enough to hear it, and settles back on his heels. Generally speaking, he looks much the same - he hasn't taken on a hoodie or any of that nonsense, but he has upgraded to a jacket of a different cut and he's carrying a backpack slung over one shoulder. Better to hide in plain sight than to make an eyesore of himself.

--And it's easier to haul around a bottle of wine in a backpack than simply bare handing it.