There's a memory that Ava manages to grasp at in her frustrated confusion, that Friday had once told her. About sometimes people coming back as... different versions.

She's glaring up at his face, and doesn't see any sign that he's lying. And her expression softens slightly, in reluctant acceptance.

"Oh." Ava simply lets go, and tucks her hands into her pockets. "So you're not saying that to be a jerk. Alright. Then hello, I'm Ava. Ava Starr. You at least know Izzy? Been going around calling himself Captain these days, so I thought you-"