Ava: Not Yet Ready
"Sealed? By the water, you mean?"
"Of course not." They look irritated now, likely by how slow my brain is catching up to their thought process. "The seals, girl."
"So, a lockbox?"
"Lockb—you humans have such odd innovations." The way they're peering into my face, it feels like they're tearing apart my memories to educate themselves.
"In a sense, I suppose. It isn't that easy." They sit.
In the air.
Floating.
Just—there. As if one would lower themself into a chair, only there's nothing there.
"Why so surprised?" they ask, tilting their head as they blink owlishly in my direction.
Gesturing toward them, I just say, "You're floating. In mid-air."
They roll their eyes again, a surprisingly human gesture for such an otherworldly being. "And you're standing on the ground. How extraordinary."