[Sigrid's face visibly falls, seeing the reaction. Her gaze falls to the glove, which she folds up between her hands.]

Or...I could get you something else. Unlucky guess, I suppose.

[This is the first moment she has actually looked upset during this conversation, and her face is flushing. She quickly puts the glove back in the bag.]

Never mind, I'll see if I can return it and get the money back.

[One eye is beginning to gleam dangerously, and her voice is sounding just a tad breathless and thick. Stupid, stupid, she'd thought she'd struck gold with that when she saw it.]

I'm going to let you go, sorry. Good-night!