Ava struggled in a panic as it became clear how easily he could kill her in that moment, her twisted limbs protesting the action. Ava stilled and slowly breathed out. He could kill her, yet he hadn't. That either meant he wasn't actually after her or Richie, which her paranoia wasn't willing to accept quite yet, or that he was keeping her alive for questioning.
"You're…" Ava twitched slightly, an involuntarily movement that pulled at her strained shoulder. Ava bit down on her tongue in response, unwilling to show pain. She'd been in far more pain for far longer. "An assassin, aren't you?" she accused sharply. "I've watched you, I know the type." She was the type, although she'd be too embarrassed to admit so in her position. Another twitch, her muscle memory still fighting against being captured in a hold.