Ava sighs apologetically and slips her hand away, realizing Pratt isn't interested in such feeble attempts at comfort. She wishes she knew how to do right by him here, be a better friend, but instead she joins them on the floor in a tired heap.

She likes Jenny, from the time she'd given her dolls and a lesson on how to ask for specifically what you want. She felt she was valid when she tried to storm the ship in search of her lost brothers. She had felt sad for her tragic fate, stuck alone on her ship and losing herself slowly. Because there was only so much one soul could give... she'd been happy to see her again on the island, thought it was a decent opportunity for her to make an exchange for what the Captain had lost and what she had too. And it all ended so badly, with Jenny bleeding out and... "It's Friday that wanted to save her. It was the only way. To keep her alive, she had to be bound back to the ship..." Ava lowers her head. "I was one of those assholes. Involved."

And when Jenny had collapsed onto the floor in defeat, Ava had been there beside her. She closes her eyes. Because she knows that... doesn't change how Pickles must feel towards Jenny and what she had done. And she doesn't even know the half of it, does she?

"Haven't seen either of them this month. Jenny nor Izzy," she frowns. It doesn't help her feel any less suspicious. Nor worried.

"Would you have done any differently, than her? If you had the opportunity," Ava asks Pickles curiously, unchallenging.