Her expression stays smooth. (It's something she might've learned from X.)

She moves around the couch, though her eyes don't leave Ava.

"I don't care about you." It's not an insult. In fact, it almost sounds like Elle means it to be reassuring. "What you do - I think you'll try again, but -"

Elle shrugs. It's not something in her control, and she's going to think it, anyway. Sociopath with paranoid delusions. That's how it works.

"But all that stuff you're saying - I don't know."

She slips onto the sofa next to Ava, not making any further motion toward her. And whatever show she's put on so far, no matter how confident Elle may be in her abilities or maybe now even herself, one thing has stayed the same.

Elle is still kind of an idiot.

"What do you think I'm going to do?"