No, she absolutely picks up on it. The wrinkle of his nose, the way he grabs the papers from her hands and then stuffs them in the bag, the sarcastic muttering.

But she doesn't say anything, because she's used to people not liking her and thinks they're all better off for it. And she's still holding a grudge from the library from the way Steven openly looked down on her reading material and research methods. Comments like how she must not read, how he was calling her love in a way that was probably meant to be charming but absolutely came off as condescending in context, still itch under her skin whenever she sees him.

And now it's clear that Steven doesn't care for her unfortunate position of leadership either, and will take off with Ginko who must think the same. Good, she thinks, maybe that means less time they'll be here and bothering her.

Ava pulls the sheet off one of the mattresses, tucking it up to hang from the bunk above to create somewhat of a privacy curtain for herself. And starts unpacking her bag to figure out what's even in it. Unlike so many others, she didn't bring a single weapon.