"Ferals?" The name isn't what concerns her but what he says, that they'd be doing them a favor and what others have said. Ava's gaze drifts back across the way to look where she had seen movement, her frown deepening. So they used to be cognitive and now they aren't. What a way to go.

With a brief and clipped sigh, she looks back at Deacon. "Do you need to get a better place for a shot, higher ground? I can get close enough to take a few out before they start attacking, I think."