[ She's not looking for other people from her world. There's not a single soul she knows who she'd want here with her on the Moira - and frankly, that's just fine by her. Instead, her empathy and bleeding heart has her looking for people who need an extra hand, like she had needed, and there are plenty that look shell-shocked enough that she goes to help...at least for a time. Her demeanor, at least on first glance, is awkward; she's there to assist but not entirely to converse, like she's afraid of getting too close to anyone she isn't familiar with.

But Rick comes to her, intentionally or not, and she turns to him when he begins to speak. ]

I'm...not sure if we do a census check for people from the same worlds or...planets or whatever, but it wouldn't surprise me if there were people here you may know. It's a common trend. Whether they arrived with you, I can't say.

[ He looks roughened and a little on edge, and she imagines she looked much the same when she arrived. Ava blanches a little when he mentions the gun. ]

First piece of advice - don't announce that to people. It's...probably not going to make people feel comfortable with you immediately. [ Her, though? She's not afraid. ] There is an armory and someone who works there. I'm not sure if she has bullets in stock or if she'll need to make you some.