One more and...that seems to be it. For now. She bristles at the idea of continuing to do this for much longer. "I think I'd rather throw up blood myself, frankly. Eugh." She looks over when he yells, alarm in her eyes. "You okay? Are you hurt?" Not that she can fix it but...she really doesn't want to think about a radioactive bug bite.

Ava reloads her gun, giving him an odd look as she does so. "Not that I'm aware of. But then, I haven't seen all of the weird shit that the world has to offer yet. No one's ever said anything about synths besides you, though. Why?"