Octavia is beyond freaked out by the blank state, and it makes her angry. She's not a very pleasant person to be around for the following day, and most of her time is spent sharpening the machete brought with her. Because that's just what you want to see when you're venturing into a new camp - a pissed off looking teenager with a beat up face, sharpening the hell out of a big old blade. Very welcoming, Octavia. Anyway she does pause at least when she spots someone lurking around the edge, and it's only because she herself is sitting alone towards the outskirts of camp that she notices him before anyone else does. Birds of a feather or something like that, birds of a loner.

Hopping up off her "seat" that is really just a large rock, Octavia straps her weapon to her back and heads towards the trees. She doesn't initially make it obvious that she's making a beeline for the new face, but eventually she does a quick turn and makes straight for him, holding her hands up in a sign of peace before she gets anywhere near him.

"Hey, hey." she shouts ahead of herself, squinting slightly at the guy as she approaches and tilting her head at him, "jeez, you look rough. You just arrive?"

Nice and friendly, then.