Ava's used to a whole range of frightened reactions at her sudden appearance, from screaming to trying to shoot at her. But being called annoying? That's new. Ava sinks back just slightly against the seat, glances down at the menu instead of responding.

She's not sure what she wants. She's been trying hard not to want much of anything, despite it being freely available. "Toast, I guess," she decides, pushing the menu away because the amount of options are far too overwhelming. And she at least knows she likes toast.

Unwrapping her cutlery with a tug at the edge of the cloth napkin, the fork and knife clatter against the table, and Ava settles the napkin into her lap. Total normal restaurant behavior, she's nailing this.

She wants to ask how Yelena is holding up, since the loss of her sister. But she's not so sure she wants to open up a subject that she's not emotionally prepared to respond to. It was a lot easier over text. She doesn't look like she's cried recently, or else she's very good at hiding it. So maybe that's a good indicator. "Ava."