[honestly at this point she'd prefer target in the more traditional sense, just so she'd have an excuse to end this entire interaction in a way more suitable to her (admittedly limited) skillset. killing people is far easier than having to suffer this increasingly awkward tension that's entirely exaggerated in her head. and more efficient.

and no maybe there's no actual direct harm in it, she still doesn't like the whole set up. the weird sense of obligation. all because some message told them to do so. start following the instructions of some little, seemingly innocent task, and next thing you know you're conditioning yourself to follow more elaborate commands without question. nope, she's not falling for it.]

What? No. Don't go do that. I don't need some worthless... thing. [and there's no telling what a guy like this would even consider an acceptable gift, but she's certain there's no way it'd be anything she'd even want.] Christmas is a sham anyway, pushed by corporations to brainwash everyone into mindless consumerism, as if it's the best way to show appreciation toward your fami- [oh, wait, that's the real reason she hates Christmas. Ava clenches her jaw.] Give me something and I'll make sure you choke on it.