"Usually they ask for something in return. Ransom," Ava pointed out, fingertips passing through her cup to flick at the liquid idly. "But I'm at the point where I'm sure any theory or idea has already been beaten more than a dead horse." If there was a solution, she was hardly the one to come up with new ways to find it.
Felt like there was no choice but to outright accept the situation, but something about that felt like giving in too easily too. But there was also no point in exhausting herself fighting against it either. Ava only had so much energy to pick her battles. She sighed, almost sucked the alcohol off her damp fingertips, realized she was in front of company and hastily wiped her hand on her sweatpants instead.
"Could be worse places to end up," Ava agreed, curious about the woman's dreary home world but asking too many questions usually resulted in having them asked in return. She finished off her glass with one more rushed gulp, relieved the alcohol at least helped dull some of her pain. But with it loosened her control over her powers, her form wavering briefly as she tried to catch the bartender's attention and order the ass juice.
"Captain of a... spaceship?" Ava guessed, though her tone clearly gave away that she knew it was incorrect. But there were all sorts of captains. America and Marvel and Crunch. "Ava."