Okay, so unfair when he looks at her that way... makes it a bit easier to give in.
Even if she really doesn't like being on the spot. Or with all those eyes suddenly on her.

Ava fades out slightly, as she scribbles on the piece of scrap paper in front of her. She could do it in her head, if she wasn't feeling so under pressure. But it's a rather complicated calculus problem, and writing her way through the steps at least helps her focus on that and not the staring.

Once she gets to the answer, Ava wrinkles her nose at the simplicity of it. "Zero," she sighs out. All that work for literally nothing.