It is such an odd greeting that for a moment, Annie doesn't really react. She just twirls the staff and then shifts her hands to twirl it around, differently. Not really just showing off now, but the kind of swing you'd use if something was on the end, if it was weighted differently. She misses her workshop.

But then she slowly remembers that no one else was really in this room, and she turns up to look at the tall redhead.

"Um."

Annie frowns, confused.

"Were you calling to me?"