"Good," she clicked, stepping aside so he could mosey his way on in. She was sure to lock the door behind him, if only for safety purposes, and slipped past Chris to hovering in between the kitchen area and the living room. "Did you bring anything yourself?"
Depending on his answer, she would reveal just how much alcohol she herself had. Hand on her hips, Elisabeth let her eyes dip over him, the small smile she was previously wearing present, though it neither grew or shrank. Remy would kill her if he knew what she was doing.