*Before Raz had become so corrupted, and before Triage had gotten awfully injured, Ava was at peace for once, taking a stroll around the island.*
*It was pleasant. Therapeutic even with how stressful things had been lately, especially with Frost. This was exactly what she needed, and hardly anything could ruin this for her...*
*At least... until she saw him.*
*This... should be impossible. He wasn't supposed to even- This isn't-*
*God, she couldn't even think straight seeing him. As much as she wanted to react in anger, she could only just...stare. Stare in horror that this wasn't just some awful nightmare.*
*What the hell was he doing here?*
*Where was he exactly? Oh right, bothering the peace and being loud as always to anyone nearby. It'd be impossible to not spot him eventually, not while he was busy completely disassembling and reassembling a striker AR in record time. *
*It was mostly just to see if he could still do it, hands uncommonly more uncoordinated than he remembered but whatever--*
*He paused midway through screwing the bolts back in to the feeling of eyes on him and he turned to find himself in some sort of staredown. [REDACTED] blinked in thought as he tried to register just what she was looking at, initially his ego assumed it was his muscles but he recognized the look in her eyes and it pissed him off. *
*He knew her face from somewhere. Somehow. *
*So, he stands and crosses the distance easily with his height and speed and whether she tries to walk away or not he still shouts out.*
'Ey, chick don't think I don't see ya lookin'! Ya don't look like the muscle-type an' I know yer face from somewhere.
