Ava collapses rather heavily into the seat, or as heavily as a woman her size can manage.

"Sorry," she feels the need to get out, because he's being far more helpful than she expects. Especially when they barely know each other, only spoken the once. "I've... had a bad... week. Month." Life. One that taught her that her pain and problems were best kept to herself. She feels guilty, but also grateful.

She goes back to picking at the the plate of food. "You...'ve been well?"