"Yes." A short answer, but then Annie softens it with a hesitant smile. "I, um. Missed it. It's harder to get the finished products out here, gotta do tricky things with the computers and replicators, but..."

But it's something. And it's something she's genuinely good at. Her works always sold well, the lure of artistic madness lending a form of prestige. But underneath that, Annie's got a good eye for colour and the surreal, a steady hand to turn glass, to paint it, to keep it even as she twists and pulls and manipulates.