Rhys did give her an openly quizzical look, even when he tried to be a little more discreet about his reaction. It wasn't every day someone walked in and promptly sat on his desk of all places, right in front of him. This action coaxed him to take a brief revaluation of his office space's stock of available seating spaces, only to confirm that he did indeed have more than one places to sit that was not, well, a desk. Nonetheless, he let it slide. She could sit wherever she liked. He wasn't strict about it.

"I'm doing fine, yes," he responded with a hint of hesitation glinting through his usual amiable cadence. "Although I'd rather be elsewhere, admittedly... It gets boring in this stuffy room sometimes."