She downed the pills and shot Tony a look over the rim of her glass.
"Mm, very funny," she replied tersely, and she slid what was left of the blister pack across his desk. "It's a cold, Tony. I'm heading it off. If you want to be paranoid help yourself," she offered, gesturing to the pack with her fork.
"There's no time to move anything around, the both of us are booked solid. So unless you can catch me up on the project in the next-" she checked her watch, "...ten minutes- we have a date tomorrow. And don't you try to change the schedule when I'm gone, that's the only time I've got, and we have to get working on this before next week."