For as small as she was, Ava had an enhanced physique, one of the less unfortunate side effects of her accident. Even if she had to concentrate extra hard to keep her grip on the bed itself solid. The suit helped stabilize her form, but she flickered as she finally set it down and breathed out. For a week without pain in the haunted house, everything felt magnified as her body tried to adjust again, as if she could ever get used to constantly being torn apart by reality. It sucked, but not nearly as badly as the point when she went on a desperate rampage against the Pyms. They had a daughter here, she was painfully aware and pointedly avoiding. She seemed loud, annoying, asked far too many questions.
With a quiet nod in agreement, Ava helped move the desk, and then turned the chairs to face away from the table until she realized you could just sit in them backwards. A small nudge with her boot and she knocked it over instead. Ava gave the drill a few good revs. "Let's get to work," she bent down on one knee, going after the bed first, holding up her hand for the bolt.