It's not like she's even offended that Max opts to collect his hat over helping his tangled pile of friendship, because his selfish devotion to his own appearance is what Ava finds so endearing about Max. Puts yourself first, babe.

"Oh, you look good," Ava compliments, while showing Skulduggery far more consideration by offering him a hand up. She takes a glance around, the jukebox grabbing her attention first, and then at the kitsch interior of the diner with eyebrows raising. Some people have nostalgia for old Americana, the good ole days. Ava isn't quite one of them. "Hah. Excellent. We'd all get kicked out of this place, if it were the real thing," she straightens out her skirts, checking and double checking and alas there's no poodle stitched into the fabric. Absolutely tragic.