Lincoln glanced up when someone finally took a seat at the bar. He was growing tired of a bunch of shiny glasses being his only company. Spotting Chris, he offered her one of his normally bright smiles. He wasn't entirely familiar with her, but he'd seen her around with Terence and Adrian, so she couldn't be that bad. "Thanks!" he really wasn't much of a drinker, but he took her offered pint just the same. It would be rude to refuse and one wasn't going to kill him.
As he slid her's across the bar, he took a moment to look her over. "No offense or anything, love, but you look like crap. Long day?" Okay, so maybe he could have put it nicer, but she did. She looked tired and perhaps a little stressed, but what did he know. Maybe this was the new "It" look.