"Are your... mechanics okay?" Ava asks, when he mentions not being designed for running. Her own legs ached for an entire day after the mission, layered into the rest of her chronic pain. But it was mostly the back of her heels that were blistered up.

She looks down into her mug. "It came over me so quickly, I didn't even... question it. Running away felt like my opportunity to escape. I was so ready to just. Be left behind," Ava admits. "If you hadn't come after me, even after it faded. I probably would have stayed out there." In shame and defeat.

Of course she heard the skeletal screaming, but she assumed it was related to something else horrific that happened. Her perspective is skewed heavily, being separated from the group, not knowing what the rest experienced. Just that she succumbed and lost track of herself.

"And then... I don't know what came over me after. It was like the world stopped existing, and I couldn't... couldn't anything."

She bites her bottom lip. "I was- you left so quickly. I was worried. But I didn't think you wanted to see me."