She's done that often enough herself, had that lag while consciousness returns to deal with any new company, that she doesn't mind. She waits, and doesn't particularly seem as if she's waiting, either.

The babble that comes the man makes her blink, but then she internally shrugs: that, too, is something she's done often enough that she might as well be polite and listen to the important bits.

"I'm, um. Seein' if there's anything useful I can do here. I make glass, back home. So, I know a bit about heat and dealing with hot things." Then Annie frowns.

"If they're just taking down deer, do they need actual arrowheads or can they just use sharpened ends of the shafts?"