"Actually yes, holding my earrings would be quite considerate." She makes as if to remove one of them (a sparkly thing, pretty enough, though the design suggests costume jewelry).

Then she leans back in her seat, seeming satisfied. (Though, in truth, the word fleshcrafting brings back unpleasant associations. Anna has, in fact, encountered it, and the creature that resulted was... truly nasty, and all the worse for having once been Kindred.)

"In any event, Mr. Sept-Heure, thank you, you have been very helpful." A beat, and she adds, "If I haven't been staked and left to the sun within the week, I will consider myself to owe you a favor. And I'm sure you'll find some way to make me regret it."

With a quirk of her lip, Anna rises from her seat (another fluid motion).

"Shall I give your...regards to Ms. Barrett?"