Maybe her mind has fractured into so many jagged planes to cope with the erratic splitting of her physical form, transitioning from one possibility to the exponential next her brain has to process that much more information. Maybe being raised on quantum theoreticals from too young of an age never allowed her to develop a good grip on reality, so there's no solid basis. Being isolated from the outside world and society, only exposed to coercion and manipulation tactics by her captors... her mind became her entire world, her only safe haven as her body itself deteriorated. And her greatest weapon. The reason why she flourishes here while others rot away into nothing.

No. She wouldn't have it any differently. Even if she would like better sleep...

"Oh. You want a ride?" Ava challenges. She's stopped in her tracks, reaching down to scoop the cat up if it allows. There's no intended physical threat.