"Well... no," Ava considers the few times she's interacted with Friday at all. She's friendly enough, even if Ava is overall wary of her purpose and how she might use the information she gathers about the passengers. But she certainly has more consideration for Friday than Skulduggery does, but he has a thing about faceless beings. Maybe she's more of a mom figure for people that aren't her.

"I think I'm a bit too old for... momming," Ava shrugs. "And I only know one mom. Janet. And she was stuck in the quantum realm for... well, about as long as I've been alive." She knows Maeve too of course, robotic moms seem to be a thing.

He's quite lucky the whole commotion of the gun going off distracts her from telling him off for continuing on about the moon when she had told him to stop. Or maybe that was the warning shot.

"What the fuck," she repeats right back, watching him shove the poor stuffed fish right down his pants. "No, ew," he can keep it. She reaches in for a little stuffed ghost instead, shoving it right down her shirt in retaliation.

"Fine, I'll get you out of there. But I hope you learned your lesson."