[ His response is the direct opposite of what she sought. Well, perhaps not quite. His response is the flip side of the coin she tosses in the air, wanting him to show gratitude and relief when instead she sees the other possibility: suspicion. Both were equally expected. Her mind does take the form of a puzzle. A complex maze made of plain hallways with red floors, black and white doors opening and closing, shifting places when one isn't paying attention. Everything about it feels clinical, synthetic, but there's intent in the way her maze transforms itself.
She tips her head to one side in question. ]
Because I want you to feel safer.
[ Ava can sound so naive, so earnest, the connection between their minds betraying nothing but a persistent sort of curiosity. She smiles, an amused sort, an almost-laugh in her voice. ]
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She tips her head to one side in question. ]
Because I want you to feel safer.
[ Ava can sound so naive, so earnest, the connection between their minds betraying nothing but a persistent sort of curiosity. She smiles, an amused sort, an almost-laugh in her voice. ]
Is it me you are afraid of?