Ava makes a bit of a face. More than one of those types would be unfortunate. But maybe they'd see each other as direct competition and look to eliminate each other? "She hasn't seemed particularly mom-ish to me," Ava shrugs, though her experience in having a mom is rather limited. "More like... you know, the automated customer service voice when you call a company's hotline that keeps telling you to push certain button combinations..." She hates those. Almost as much as she hates talking to actual people.

And she makes MORE of a face about the comment about somebody... literally fucking the moon. "Hate that, don't ever say that again." It overrides the thought of how neat it might be to visit the moon. In theory. She's sure it's rather boring after the initial novelty wears off. Not worth it for that long of a trip.

"What is a possum, if not a furry lizard?" Ava claims teasingly. "Oh. You know, it might be loaded," Ava comments as she tries for it again. "As skinny and apparently powerless as you are, you could probably use some prote- shit," the gun drops again, this time from much higher, and it indeed goes off and shatters one of the sides of the machine.

Ava... stares, openly startled at what just occurred even though she honestly should have expected that. She glances down at Klaus again, who is now covered in shards of glass. "Oops."