"Sniff out?" a soft voice echoes nearby, though there's nobody around. Not visibly.

"Saying I stink?" Ava fades back into view, halfway through the wall because she doesn't bother with mundane things such as doors. Her arm lifts as she sticks her nose into the pit of her sweater curiously. And then she wrinkles it. "Okay fine." She's worn it three days straight but god laundry sucks.

It's then that she glances at the damage of the smashed chandelier, and raises her brows. That's new.