It's obviously luxurious, and quite comfortable from where she's sitting. No doubt about that. But there's absolutely nothing that Ava could imagine that would make an old car worth so much... yet she's not going to say so. It's not an insult! Just... "Are there special parts? Features? It better fucking fly." What can the car do to earn such a price tag?

"Doesn't even have trunk space? Where do you put the dead bodies, then?" Ava asks, because Maximilien definitely seems the sort that would. But maybe not, in something so expensive, and risk getting gross human corpse smell in it.

"You do clearly have far better taste than m-" she trails off to stare out the window in Skulduggery's direction. Taking in the sight of an almost identically old fashioned, shiny black car.

Ava can't help it. She starts laughing. "Oh... oh my god... you... and then he-" There's tears in her eyes that she doesn't bother wiping away. "No, that's too good."

Ava's already out of Max's car, hurrying over to give Skulduggery a proper mocking.