"It's not-" Erin's fault. Then or now. But Ava's hands twist at the worry-worn hem of her shirt, still shaking her head in resistance.

"I don't. Like. People. Or money," Ava has never been part of that world and has no desire to adapt to it now. She's always survived in obscurity, on the outskirts where outcasts like her belong. With the other monsters. The insistence makes her want to run further.

"If he- he shows up." She at least allows herself hope for the possibility. But for now she refuses to take that as a given.