Ava rests a gentle hand upon Pratt's shoulder as he patches up Pickles, as he shares more details of the search and the encounter. She knows he probably doesn't want to be here, doing this. But she hopes it helps some, giving him something to focus on during the rough comedown of violence and rage. She doesn't want him running off like this. Doesn't want him alone when he crashes.

"He didn't tell me any of that," Ava frowns, slightly annoyed to be sent on a task with important information withheld. "You'd think those would be relevant details. He wanted Darcy to go with me. Suggested a whole team. What if she'd gotten attacked-" He'd asked her to go into a situation blind, knowing the risks himself. She knew he didn't care much about her. But Darcy?

She rubs at Pratt's back as he coughs.

"Jenny? I heard how she won her illusion of freedom, fucking everyone else over. What do you mean deserved? Getting trapped here again?"