"Yet it's made it difficult to discern, who actually is actively out to get me... not to mention anyone else who perhaps has no ill intentions at the present moment, but could just as easily turn when the circumstances do. It's exhausting, viewing every person I encounter as a list of potential threats. How every bit of information I give away about myself might later be used against me. I don't want that to be the basis of every interaction I have, and yet..." it is. And the compelled honesty gives way too much of her hand away. She continues to dig her thumb nail into her palm, back and forth.

"I hate bologna," Ava responds automatically, without having to put much thought into it at all. The rest of the meats don't make too much difference to her. Not enough to have ranked them in any order of preference.

"Bill is... my adopted father, that found me in the orphanage when my parents died in the accident. He took me back to SHIELD, where he was a scientist in the Quantum research division. He thought they'd help me." Which ties in well to his follow up question, her expression darkening slightly. "My abilities are actually a rather unpleasant condition, that's actively destroying my body's ability to remain intact. I was dying, up until the moment I arrived here. Supposedly... it won't get any worse." But her tone implies she doesn't fully trust that arrangement either, given what happened with SHIELD's false promises.