She heard it happening, nearly in slow motion, except for how quickly everything happened. One moment, she considered whether or not just ducking into a ball would be of any use, and the next, Dr. Cress and his incredibly imposing figure was in the doorway, staring right at her.
For a couple seconds, words failed her; she could only stare up at him like a cornered rabbit. Ava nodded quickly, then let her attention dart down to the cup and saucer in one hand.
"Yuh... Yes. Yes, sir. Dr. Cress, sir," she said, hardly flattered that he recalled her name in the face of sheer panic. "Would you, um. Would you. Perhaps. Care for a... cup of chamomile tea? And... biscuits?"