"Evading answering questions," Ava says vaguely. Which isn't quite what she's trained in, given she's meant to be impossible to catch in the first place, but is more of a hint than she intends.

But she narrows her eyes slightly at the question, and then shoves her hands into her pockets self-consciously. "My control is fine," she says defensively. She's worked hard to learn to control it this well, and her body fights back. She does better when she has her suit, but she certainly isn't revealing that information.

"And no. Not always." How horrifying it would be to be born this way. "Have you always been that way?" Whichever way he is. Ava doesn't elaborate.