Chapel was looking fearsome in a whole new way when she answered the door but McCoy was not cowed. (Honestly, he'd expected her to be either a complete wreck or entirely unchanged; this was, at least, less overwhelming than the form and healthier than the latter.) Instead he quirked a brow at her and waited.
When Chapel stepped aside, Leonard nodded to her and stepped into her quarters. "Wanna grab us a couple tumblers or would you prefer I left you alone with my good bourbon?" He wouldn't fault her if she did want some time alone; he knew he would in her position. (And a lot of other times, too, but that was neither here nor there.)