It would be hypocritical of Ava to worry too much about things passing unseen through the walls. And any concerns she might feel like voicing otherwise are silenced by the offerings of food, so much food. There are several other ways for this mysterious cruise to kill her, Ava figures, that going through all this effort to take her out via poisoning doesn't seem too likely. And if so, at least it's delicious.

So she takes small bites out of a variety of dishes that cover her table, not wanting to get too much of a fill on just one when there's far too many options. She's minding her own business, soup bowl raised to her mouth and slurping in a way that indicates nobody's really ever bothered to chide her for manners, when some crazy blonde lady starts attacking the wall. Ava blinks, stares in a mixture of confusion and amusement. And dribbles a bit of broth down her chin in her distraction.

Swiping the back of her sleeve over her mouth, Ava stands, flickers closer to investigate what has the woman so worked up. She's heard about this, the mythical Karen getting angry at service workers. "Was there a hair in your salad?" Ava asks lightly, appearing a few steps off to the side and tapping at the wall.