He says thank you and it actually flusters her for a moment, makes her hands fidget a little, a thin smile as she tilts her head to the side. "It's nothing, just.. lingering pieces," she says quietly. He steps away for a moment, and she could probably make it if she moved fast, quiet. Grabbed her bag, through the window. When he moves he's no longer at the perfect distance to cover the exits. And yet, she doesn't. She stays, watches him as he seems to think over what she'd said, or what it had meant to him.

There's a murmur of agreement when he says that he can't ask her, and Ava understands that feeling entirely. Her relationship with Natalia was rocky on the best of days, and there was so much between them that they hadn't talked about, things that Ava didn't quite know how to touch. It was easier to be here; out on her own, than it was to risk trying to contact Natasha, to ask for anything.

It makes her smile with a little piece of warmth at the offer. The idea of not being on her own is far more appealing than she'll say out loud just yet, but she doesn't bother trying to hide it too deeply. As damaged as she is, she still feels, perhaps even more openly than Natasha. "I think I like that," she offers, a little skittish around the edges, but choosing to trust him. She's pretty sure there were worse people to be traveling with, where ever they ended up going.

If she's honest, she hates being alone. It's just still easier than the alternative.