It might be the alcohol's influence that has her so curious, but not enough to drink yet to actually ask. (Look she knows that one Avenger got freaky with a robot...)

"Oh," she slumps slightly, dismisses the idea of inviting him out to... enjoy the aroma of drinks together. Because she doesn't want to be droning, apparently.

"My assigned time is when there's no food even being served," Ava admits. "But it's nice, I can sit around for awhile and wait. So how do you... refuel anyway?" She idly starts rearranging her winning cards into the shape of a star.