She does notice, and it fascinates her as well, the way she manages to operating so independently of herself. But her question makes Ava think she has no control in the actions of her divergence.
"In a way," Ava admits, "the way somebody might control breathing or blinking. It's more reflexive than a conscious choice. But it took awhile for my mind to make sense of navigating it all. Luckily I was young..." Unlucky, as well. But it gave her a decent advantage of adapting to it, while her brain was still in the process of building itself.
She wants to ask how the woman got removed from linear time, but she can feel the sudden weight of reality folding back in on itself around Rosalind, with the disappearance of her second, and Ava gives a small wince as she shifts herself intangible to escape it. Waits for everything to settle, and shakes her head uneasily.
But Rosalind just... moves right on past it, as if nothing at all happened. Ava grabs for her coffee, finally remembering it, takes a sip because she really needs something to ground herself right now. "Magic," she scoffs, because they're surrounded by it but she still refuses to quite understand it. "There's some sort of... magic wards? Sigils? That protect areas of the ship from even my ability to slip through matter. And I've been... assured that the degradation of my condition has been. Paused. That's the only effects I'm aware of."
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"In a way," Ava admits, "the way somebody might control breathing or blinking. It's more reflexive than a conscious choice. But it took awhile for my mind to make sense of navigating it all. Luckily I was young..." Unlucky, as well. But it gave her a decent advantage of adapting to it, while her brain was still in the process of building itself.
She wants to ask how the woman got removed from linear time, but she can feel the sudden weight of reality folding back in on itself around Rosalind, with the disappearance of her second, and Ava gives a small wince as she shifts herself intangible to escape it. Waits for everything to settle, and shakes her head uneasily.
But Rosalind just... moves right on past it, as if nothing at all happened. Ava grabs for her coffee, finally remembering it, takes a sip because she really needs something to ground herself right now. "Magic," she scoffs, because they're surrounded by it but she still refuses to quite understand it. "There's some sort of... magic wards? Sigils? That protect areas of the ship from even my ability to slip through matter. And I've been... assured that the degradation of my condition has been. Paused. That's the only effects I'm aware of."