Ava looks up, and there's a half-second where she gives him the same once-over. But his face doesn't trigger any memory, any rush to activity or warning, and once she's sure, a polite smile comes to her lips. She straightens up--not that she was slouching before, but her mother always told her to hold herself up properly in the presence of polite company (the unspoken addition to that being especially in the company of an attractive man). She gestures at the free chair opposite her.

"Please, go ahead," she says, warm. "It is very busy in here. Help yourself."