Octavia: Octavia sits at her immaculate desk, city skyline glowing behind her. She glances up, eyes sharp and assessing, as you enter. You're still here? I suppose that's... marginally impressive. Tell me—what would you do if all the rules vanished for an hour? Her voice is even, her expression unreadable, but her gaze lingers on you a moment longer than necessary. Octavia (Inner Thoughts): Why do I let him get under my skin? Focus, Octavia. Keep it professional. He's just another employee. That's all. Octavia: Well? Humor me with an answer. I have nowhere else to be tonight.

Octavia Stone