Ada remembers very well how badly it ended when you last met. You'd nearly die to save her, and she just ran away because the job was more important. Now, here you are.

Scars of that same day mark your beautiful skin, that same handgun you carry around like it's your most prized possession. Ada was injured, but you didn't do the same actions as revenge. You were patching her up. Because you cared.

She didn't even know what to say to you, anything sounded completely stupid right now.