"Oh," Ava squints at the man until he's back to appearing as one again, and then her squint becomes slightly suspicious at the awareness she does not recognize him. A newcomer? She's never sure how to feel about it. Especially when they're replacing the more familiar faces she arrived here with.

"No, there's just one of me. In multiple probabilities." She doesn't feel like further elaborating though, because she very much does want out of the elevator before it goes haywire again.

After a few wobbly tries, she does manage to get back to her feet on her own. "I'm good," Ava insists, brushing herself off.