"... I do? Like what?" Because that's not feedback she's received much of. But who would tell her such a thing? Of course Bill knew her more than anyone, she never tried to hide anything from him. And she had learned to be quiet and listen to her handlers, discouraged from questioning or speaking back. But there had never been a time where she could hide much from them either. So she realizes perhaps she simply doesn't have the practice, especially not against somebody with a trained eye. Just feels ironic, is all. That as a trained spy she had such sharp observational skills as well, but completely failed to notice her own tells since she benefited so long from simply being invisible as not to be caught. She catches herself fidgeting and quickly drops her hands to her sides.

"That sounds very sad and lonely," Ava replies, before she can really help it. It's not the sort of response she'd have offered if not for being compelled to overly share. She bites her tongue, looks uncomfortable. "I don't want anyone to know how sad and lonely I am. Because I want to appear competent and independent. Don't want anyone thinking I'm so vulnerable and easy to take advantage of." She covers her mouth, shakes her head, and physically turns away. Fuck. "I should tell you to go away but I don't want you to. There's so few people that understand, what we've been through."