Her answer is not, as Rosalind had hoped, an answer to the question at hand. The way her face shifts with her confusion, however, is considerably more fascinating than the creamer or the coffee. While Ava stares both at her and at the her who is not her, Rosalind stares at Ava who is and Ava who is not. Unlike her deviation, the woman before her remains tangled with hers, intertwined with the potentiality.

"What a curious state," Rosalind remarks and leans so she can better examine the angles of what is and is not her face. "You're constantly refolding into yourself, how has the collapsing not absolutely decimated your particle cohesion?"

Oh, but they are having two...or perhaps three separate conversations, aren't they? Rosalind returns her attention to the coffee and pours an amount, indiscriminately, into the awaiting cup. She then, promptly, puts the carafe of creamer back down. Now that she is...and is not holding something, (she is at least not holding the volume of creamer) she answers the question at hand.

"I cannot. It happens spontaneously and without my input. I would really rather it not."