Ava gives a triumphant little grin because no this guy doesn't look like a coward but he certainly looks like the sort that would take it as a challenge. Watching him easily pull himself up, she makes room and refrains from offering a hand.

"Oh good, you can carry your own weight." Because she might be stronger than she looks, but it'd make this quite a bit more difficult.

"So you need to hold on tightly, because I can only maintain it as long as we're in contact. Here," Ava reaches out to curl fingers around his arm. "It feels weird," she warns, which is why she wants to give him a moment to get used to it first. Her own arm blurs and flickers with the shift of energy, and then her brows crease as she fades his arm out as well. A prickling sensation similar to a ghost limb, perhaps.