[There are a few very tense, hopeful seconds on her part while he takes that drink, and she doesn't quite realize that her eyes have grown bigger, a somewhat eager shine to them...

...

That dims when he says that.

She feels a little stupid now for hoping even a bit.]

... Yeah. That would be nice.

[She chews her lip, fighting off that feeling as her heart sinks to the pit of her stomach. She's been misreading things again...

Well, she should be glad for this much.]

Anyway. [An awkward laugh.] Let's finish up the rest of these skulls, yeah? They aren't gonna paint themselves.