"Likewise, Guy." Andrea's an old hand at reading body language, but she can't figure out if it's a tension that has anything more mysterious than the nerves of the present situation behind it. Even the anxiety is tentatively slotted into that category, though she keeps it in mind. She's trained to do that, in what felt like another lifetime.

Her hand drops back down to her side after that moment of hesitation, shoulders dropping a fraction as she schools herself into exuding a greater degree of relaxation. "I hope you feel better soon. Cold's take it right out of you."

She gestures to the chairs, the same kind of uncomfortable metal folding chair that should have gone out of style in the 90's but kept popping back up like bad pennies anyway. She offers him a polite smile, a good fit for the situation. "Shall we?"