Ava's split attention is drawn to the new alternate, and even silent she can read well enough the lecture. She flinches slightly as the handshake pulls her in, bringing the sound into focus, and yep, that's exactly what she expected to be on the receiving end of.

There's a flash of shame at clearly being seen as stupid. She wouldn't take it from much anyone else, but there's something about quantum physicists that so quickly put her in her place. Makes her feel as small as she had as a child, being poked and prodded.

Ava swallows, is quick to retract her hand and separate herself from that moment that isn't, back into the one that is. Where Rosalind is saying it's a pleasure.

"The collapse," Ava repeats, worriedly. "Of yourself?" No, no she doesn't want to think of that right now either.

"I remember," Ava confirms. "I can usually control which... instance I become. If I go left and right, and the left me gets hit, I move into the right..." It's difficult to describe, because it all happens so quickly sometimes. "So part of me might have died, in the explosion. But I lived instead." Unlike her parents.