Ava made a bit of a face at kale, somehow more distasteful than the thought of ass juice had been. Not the leaf itself really, but her associations with it, of years ago when her diet was strictly planned and annoyingly healthy. Sure having all her meals prepared for her was convenient, when Ava was a disaster in the kitchen on her own, but whatever cooks they were employing didn't know what a spice was. Bland and miserable described most of her time there, and not at all like the delivery pizza and cheap takeout curry she discovered since. "So that's what gives it the signature ass flavor," she concluded woefully.
At the question of her arrival status Ava tensed for a moment, trying to read the intention in the woman's tone. What she meant by it, what she might do with the information provided. "Mmn," she agreed a bit neutrally, because she hadn't exactly hidden her arrival on the network. No real denying anything that could be easily disproven, it only made it seem like she had more to hide. Which she didn't, necessarily, but Ava took another rushed sip of her drink to try looking more relaxed than she felt. And the woman was clearly outpacing her, Ava knowing it was not a race still feeling slightly pressured to finish her own.
"You native, or being held hostage too?" she inquired in return, still trying to get a sense of scale of this whole thing.