Ava eyed the donut suspiciously, quirking a brow, "Isn't that exactly what I'm supposed to do, anyway?"<br/><br/>She shrugged and gestured an open palm as though displaying the room to him as exhibit A. "No cameras, no mics, no surveillance of any kind - ensures that<span style="font-style: italic">they</span>are not privy to the things you and I discuss in here... But why trust me?" Ava's eyes narrowed suspiciously, as though he were playing some kind of trick on her, "what garuantee do you have that I won't simply report everything you tell me to<span style="font-style: italic">them</span>. What's stopping me from being both civil and forthcoming on both fronts?"<br/><br/>She'd underestimated him too much, too often. In truth, she had no idea what he was capable of- and therefore, it was time for her to switch up her strategy a bit.