Ava took a long sip from her mug, a little too warm still but at least an excuse to continue her drawn out silence. What she did (used for) wasn't too dissimilar to the sorts of backgrounds that many in the hotel had, couldn't say anyone she met here was all that normal and so she suspected neither was Lila. But while her former work wasn't a carefully guarded secret, it wasn't something she was openly advertising either. Because she fell into the sketchier, less heroic end of the spectrum.
The mug slipped slightly from her grasp as she set it back down and it hit the table with a bit louder of a clatter than she liked, her fingers blurring. Ava tucked her hands under the table, staring off somewhere else. "Black ops," she answered, knew she wasn't the typical picture of what anyone would consider agent material. Ava never thought she would have been suited for it at all, if it weren't for her abilities. "Government stuff." Because at least that somewhat legitimized it.