There's a wash of different emotions over Annie's face, the first and biggest being disappointment. Intense, at that. This is her craft, so much as she has one, but without a way to make it real-

Except the woman keeps talking, and all she said was 'might not', and that is a little of what Annie said anyway, so she can stop and listen.

And, finally, look thoughtful.

"If there's a way," Annie begins, "I'll. I'd like that. A lot. I could even offer you the first good thing I make, I'm. I've missed it."