Ava sat like a soldier, tense even in the padded chair. “…People with sharp objects near my throat are usually enemies.”Ava almost smiled at that. As Daisy trimmed, she muttered,“Where’d you learn this?”. Ava frowned. “Name?”. Ava blinked, then let out a sharp, surprised laugh. “The lunatic in a bug suit thats your father?”. Ava stared at her reflection for a moment… then smirked. “…Well, you’re a lot prettier than a bug suit. Even prettier Omega, which is what you are right?”