Holly sighed, coming to sit on the chair on the opposite side of Matt's desk before changing her mind and grabbing Riley's wheeled desk chair, perching on that and kicking her feet up onto the chair she'd just stood up from. She lifted a shoulder, fingers linked together and elbows on the armrests.
"Yeah, still not an excuse," she told him with an affectionate smile. "I'm good, Matt. After all, my life has been infinitely less... exciting as of late." She eyed the glass before she leaned forward and snagged it between long fingers, lifting it and taking a long sip. Bourbon wasn't her drink of choice, but it did in a pinch. She tipped the glass in his direction in a mock salute before replacing it on the table.
Crossing her legs at the ankle, Holly fixed Matt with a look. "I'm doing the rounds. You guys are better at repression than my entire country, so." She kicked her feet off the chair and planted them on the floor, leaning forward, elbows braced on her thighs. "You wanna tell me how you're doing?"