"Oh, that should be on the welcome brochure," Ava suggests to the air, because she sure as hell isn't putting one together.

"It was better than the alternative, trust me," Ava had no desire to finish off the Battle Royale. Not after failing at keeping the children from dying. Of course at the time she hadn't known they'd all simply come back.

"I'm not in the business of reassurance. Being a coward is your own choice. But look," Ava pulls herself up through the ceiling one leg after the other and disappears. Only to duck her head down through it, staring at him expectantly.

"It's perfectly safe. And if not, you can come back the next day shove me off the side of the ship in revenge. It would be deserved."