[ if it's any consolation she isn't quite sure what she'd do with eye contact yet, and it's both girls that are doing a solid job of "subtly" avoiding holding each other's gaze - octavia's preferred method is to pick at her nail on her thumb as she finds a comfortable spot of wall to lean on. cool, calm, collected, casual, and no more willing to actually address that whole explosion than she expects raven is. ]

Good to know. I'm horrible at first aid. [ which comes with a pause and a sheepish shrug before she continues, ] Although I hear there's a whole set up for that here anyway, so pressure's off.

[ for a moment she wants to ask. not that octavia doesn't know exactly why raven thought pummeling finn's face might make her feel better - it seems them two and bellamy are the only ones who do know the full extent of that - but she'd like to hear the words all the same. she doesn't want to hear them badly enough to actually bring anything up, though, instead settling down for the long haul. congratulations raven, you're now going to be subjected to octavia's tried and tested space coping mechanism: pretending there isn't a real problem here.

it's kind of hard to ignore the barriers of a lock up, but damn if octavia isn't trying. ]

So someone tells me there's proper kitchens here, right? Real food, that's a damn lot more than I was expecting when I woke up in this place. What's it like?