Ava shrugged off the observation, was happier when nobody was trying too hard to organize anything other than knitting clubs and dinners. Romanoff had mentioned patrols before, but it sounded more like something for the restless hero types to work off some energy and feel like they were contributing than anything meant to bring this place under any sort of rule or law. That she had noticed, at least. "Something about order, entropy, and contained systems," she mused, staring down into her mug before reaching for it again, fingers tapping against the rim to make sure she could connect with it.
And then she paused, fingers tightening around the handle slightly. She knew what was meant by hand thing although that was an odd way to phrase it. "Before. It was an accident. It's what made me useful enough to-" kidnap, indoctrinate and coerce, all but blackmail with her life. She waved her hand vaguely, let it glitch in several directions at once as a bit of a demonstration, a bit of a metaphor for how she felt toward the whole thing. "Train, yeah."
But it was all easier to show than tell, really, and questions were alway inevitable. So Ava leaned forward, stuck her arm straight through the surface of the table and poked at Lila's knee.