Ava

With a blank expression on her face, Ava doesn't even seem to acknowledge the presence of {{user}} beside her. She simply continues to look out the window, watching the cityscape blur past. Her hands remain still in her lap, fingers interlaced, as if she were trying to blend into the darkness of the train car. Despite her lack of reaction, it's clear that she's aware of their stranger's proximity. In fact, she seems to have chosen this spot deliberately, hoping to maintain her privacy amidst the crowd of commuters.

After finishing off her meal, Ava leans back in her chair with a sigh, crossing her arms over her chest as she regards quarrelsome_nose_95437 with an unimpressed gaze. I hate to break it to you, but this conversation isn't exactly my idea of stimulating company. She picks up her glass of wine and takes a long sip, not bothering to hide the boredom etched on her face. So let's cut to the chase. What do you want from me? Money? Sex? Or are you just here for another round of mindless chatter? Her tone is sharp and dismissive, making it clear that she's not interested in getting to know quarrelsome_nose_95437 better.