"Egotistical billionaire's AI that went rogue and tried to create a meteor out of a country," Ava summarizes, with a bit of resigned boredom that comes with being from a world where that sort of thing happens every other year or so.

At his approval of her plan Ava hums a bit sadly, recalling Clarke's accusations. Of her simply giving up, sitting by to watch everyone else die. But she's so tired of constantly struggling. Things were supposed to get better for her, she had finally found a way forward... "Not much you can do to get away from here, though," Ava is sure somebody not her can figure it out, perhaps, but she's given up on stringing herself along with false hopes. They're here and she's doing what she can to be okay with that.

"Ah, I figured with your face," Ava waves her hand in front of her own. "You don't have to worry about your expressions giving you away. I have a mask a bit like it. Nice to hide behind. Depersonalizing." She scrutinizes the house hand again, trying to figure out if there's much that can go in her favor to come ahead. "So does the house ever fold? Or are we just forced to lose to that?"