Ava waves off the not-quite apology, usually expects people to have far more interesting things to do than speak with her.

"It was more difficult to notice on the island, we were too busy murdering each other to properly appreciate the environment. But," Ava gestures vaguely around them. "Plenty of time here to get lost in the fake plastic trees." Fine they're not plastic, but she might like Radiohead.

"Wouldn't make sense for it to be alive, anyway."