... There's a small flicker of hurt across her features, a blur of motion as Ava takes a step back. To an unfamiliar distance, her hands lowering. "Stranger?" Ava repeats.

"Just because I resigned from Stede's silly crew? Because I was sick of talent shows and..." she tightens her hands into fists. "After we braided beads into each other's hair back at camp? After I helped you read! Strangers?"