Ava has been quiet during this exchange, her expression a bit vacant. It's happening again, you see, some random bit of foreknowledge locked inside her head suddenly gaining significance in context.

...She thinks so, anyway. It's hard to tell half the time, her information frustratingly incomplete.

But there's been an odd fact nagging at the back of her brain for a couple of days now. The man in the room directly above mine can tell when people are telling the truth. She hasn't understood, so far, why she knew this or how it was useful. This happens a lot--fragments of visions glimpsed in her childhood and memorized to be put to use later leaves her with little things like this, things she's not immediately sure what to do about.

But now it makes sense. Now she sees that maybe this situation is why she needed to know that.

Savitri's glance at her draws her attention; Ava studies her for a moment and then she hands over the sign. Here, have it back, because, "...I know someone who can help."

And then, with a hand on the door as if the touch could somehow convey through it, her voice a bit louder, sure of itself, focused on the man beyond it, "Erik. I know how to help. I need to go get someone--I'll be back in a few minutes."

She spares the innkeeper another look and then she turns and leaves, hurrying for the stairs.