Emorie held out her hand to shake the Doctor Albright's, if there was anything that seemed to come across, as she put a polite smile over the fact that she was collecting information about this man. He was scattered - understandable given the circumstances.
While it was clear she'd mis-stepped with that question earlier, Alison wasn't used to working at a clinic like this one. It was forgivable. But just this once.
She eased up on her hand grip - understanding that not everyone was used to such a strong handshake. She blamed her father for that. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Doctor Albright. I've heard a lot about you." No that was a lie. She'd dione a lot of research about him. Close enough. She wasn't quite certain what to make of the man. He had to be intelegent, but did he deal better with the sleeping masses than he did with the waking world? Things like that could be pertinent to the investigation. "Doctor are you alright?" she asked quizzically. He really looked like he needed to sit down. Jumpy. Twitchy. It was a bit disconcerting. Not what one usually thought of when they thought of a doctor.
Out of the corner of her eye she could see Meghan smiling. It didn't seem that this man was out for anyone's head...