She watches the spinning with rapt attention, zoning out a bit from the conversation, until Skulduggery prompts her for a response.

"Right, she puts on a friendly... lack of face, answers questions, has a sympathetic enough dilemma that can easily lull you into wanting to confide things perhaps you should not. So I hadn't felt comfortable, asking about... what might become of my condition here. Treatment options if necessary. Because it's a bad idea to express needs when being held hostage, when it can be used as leverage. I didn't want to put myself in that situation. Again."

Ava reaches out, to lightly poke the spinning umbrella, curious.

"But I needed to know."