Avarice had barely reached the bar when a tall man asked her about the island. She ordered a cocktail before turning to him, "The only thing I can tell you is that we are on a tropical island but if you didn't already know that you have bigger problems." She thanked the waitress for her drink and sipped it quietly, "It's almost like biblical paradise, a bit odd, don't you think?" She stared out at the beach for a moment. 

"I'm sorry, I don't think I caught your name. I'm Avarice you can call me.... Ava." She smiled at him, unsure why she felt he could be useful to resort domination or why she wanted to take over the resort in the first place. Without her memories Avarice still had much of her humanity and sanity. She was essentially a normal person now, though how long that might last was up for debate.