Ava finally took time to look up from her toes and make dreaded eye contact with the rather cheery being in front of her. “Yeah, I guess ten does seem a bit excessive. I could probably come through with five per hour.” Ava winced at the thought, she hated the sickly sweet taste of energy drinks, she hated the feeling of her heart pounding up her throat, setting off all kinds of anxious, paranoid ideas. She quickly shook off the thought and refocused on the woman at the door. “You are one of our professors, aren’t you?” she asked, immediately realising she probably came off as rude.
“Don’t. I heard it was the sciences DIY version of Red Bull, so they probably added some liquid meth to the original recipe. If this looks like a horrible idea to me - and I’ve done some fucked up things -, you shouldn’t even consider it.” The question Ava asked next put an end to Skye’s mental debate on whether she should stop making the girl uncomfortable and leave or stay and make her uncomfortable to the extent that she’d eventually forget what discomfort even was. Once again, she gave herself permission to move freely, taking a couple of small steps towards the girl.
“You could say that, yeah. It’s really not as glamorous as it sounds. Coulson was invited to assist with running the Academy, Fitzsimmons are basically local deities and even Ward knows his way around this place, so they had nothing else to do with me. Don’t know how that could go wrong.”
