Upon his recognition, enough confirmation that this is indeed a Scott from a timeline at least similar enough to her own and not a stranger wearing his face, Ava lands softly upon one foot, and then the other, to steps just a bit closer. Examining him for signs of this being a trick of some sort.
"It's me," Ava agrees, oscillating somewhere between excited to see a friend(ly acquaintance) and concerned. Because this isn't the sort of place most people are happy to end up. Especially when their greeting is... "And I believe that was a piano."
She can still hear it clanging up on the deck above. Ava shrugs. "See, I considered that. That SHIELD recaptured me and this was a really weird, overly elaborate simulation they stuck me in to break down my psyche and..." a blurred wave of her hand. "But it's just a ship. Suspended outside of time, surrounded by eternity... And there's no going back." Because that feels important to get out of the way.
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"It's me," Ava agrees, oscillating somewhere between excited to see a friend(ly acquaintance) and concerned. Because this isn't the sort of place most people are happy to end up. Especially when their greeting is... "And I believe that was a piano."
She can still hear it clanging up on the deck above. Ava shrugs. "See, I considered that. That SHIELD recaptured me and this was a really weird, overly elaborate simulation they stuck me in to break down my psyche and..." a blurred wave of her hand. "But it's just a ship. Suspended outside of time, surrounded by eternity... And there's no going back." Because that feels important to get out of the way.