His expression is mild, almost bored-looking. The top of the column gets a bit of a rounded top to it, and an amused smile plays across the corners of his lips before she says something to him. Blinking a second, he furtively widens out the tapered clay in front of him, apparently changing his mind about what to make and bringing the form down to the shorter, stubbier shape of a mug or long bowl.<br/><br/>"Hey." He doesn't look up from his work, doesn't even glance her way, but he does add a little grudingly, "Alan."