More awkward dependent on which heart, but the near-universal failure of disclosure from those who learned his secrets has, by this point, lulled Chase into false security.

This is just an attractive woman coming over to tell him-

Oh.

He blinks and narrows his eyes slightly in an attempt to bring the not-quite-familiar face into the kind of hazy focus he may have had that valentine's day. Before the desert made all of that secondary in his concerns. He must have caught up with her at another point, on the network, unless he managed to give name and profession whole demanding to know why she wasn't Allison.

Either way it was unlikely to have been a first impression to outdo the second. He attempts to brush it off with a smile, unobtrusively putting his glass down.

"If we could ever coax her out for office drinks, nobody would have to disturb her neighbours." A glossy little lie.

"Sorry about that."