With rapt attention, I listened to the female reporter on the TV, an unhappy Ava once more joining me and when the news was concluded several minutes later, I let out a sigh.
"This is troublesome."
Using Echo, I pulled on Ava's arm and began leading us out of the station, my hand grasping Ava's.
"If you didn't kill him, why are you worried," she muttered.
"Have you forgotten that my documents were stolen"
"Oh" Ava said and then she burst into a subdued chuckle.
"What's funny," I asked as we began ascending a flight of stairs.
"Nothing, it's just that at some point I was beginning to doubt if your documents had truly been stolen but now seeing you this frustrated, it's hilarious to imagine that with a dark and deadly aura, you were robbed most likely by some wet behind-the-ear teenager.
"There is definitely a screw loose in her head," I thought glancing at the woman, letting her have her fun.
