Ava took the stumble forward from the push, pivoting swiftly to face John, avoiding any aggressive stance but clearly not liking anything at her back. She eyed the fallen weapon, shrugged, ignored it as she rubbed her shoulder instead.
"He's..." Ava didn't have much of a vocabulary for friends, for caring about people. The closest relationship had been with Bill Foster, and it wasn't like she went around talking about it. "Special." To her, and it aggravated her because connections were a weakness, and she was still struggling to sort out what to even do about it. "Are you going to tell him?" she asked warily, wanting to tell him don't but knowing she wasn't in the position to give orders and wasn't in the habit of making pleas.
"It's hard to shake," she admitted, another small twitch as she eyed the wrecked display at the table, scoffing with annoyance. "But fine. Retired. Get a good pension plan?"