"Thankfully Melinda didn't leave much undone," Chris said. "And I had no trouble picking up right where she left off." He smirked a little at her comment about a bottle of scotch hidden in the fridge. There wasn't anything in the fridge, but there might be a bottle of something that might be considered contraband, in his desk drawer.
Not that he was going to share that information with Allison. Elena, maybe, because it was entirely possibly it was there specifically to share with her.
"How was today? Obviously you survived your schedule. And you look no worse for wear." Tired, yes. But he expected that.