"In Max's defense, magic is dumb," Ava explains, to her magical skeleton friend. She climbs out of the hot tub, letting most of the water phase off of her with a flicker of motion, before wrapping the towel around her waist to sit next to him. "We wouldn't be in this whole dumb mess if our Captain stuck to something else, like... crocheting."

She hums in thought, trying to think if anyone else really has that strong of a connection with ghosts. Despite her name, she knows very little of them. Can't seem to interact with them more than anyone else. "Oh. Hm. Wonder what she's already tried."