Ava glanced over her shoulder at the sound of the well-oiled door swinging open, and all the color rushed out of her face with ruthless efficiency. Dr. Cress. Striding toward them. She was so alarmed that it didn't even occur to her to tear her saucer-sized eyes away from him until he served her a mildly terrifying glance. She stared at the bedspread as her heart hammered in her chest, ears rushing, unable to really hear everything that went on from how horrified she was.
It even took her a few seconds to realize that he'd made it back to the door. Ava was left reeling, only brought back to Earth with the sound of the door clicking shut.
She swung her owl impression back to Viola, rooted in place.
"...Do, do you-- do you think he heard me?", she whispered, as quietly as she had her initial admissions.