"From Earth, then?" Ava guesses in light of the joke. She's met enough that weren't to be mindful that the familiar day cycle isn't the standard.

She swirls her faded fingertips across the surface of the water, and yet there's no ripple at all, her expression going pensive. "Ah, living in a body that hates itself... I find relief in the heat too. But eventually start looking all shriveled up." A small giggle.