Octavia's sword was in her hands as soon she caught sight of the bloatfly. Reflex, and a necessary one, even if she didn't need to go further than that before the gross explosion.

She raised her eyebrows. Didn't smile, not quite, but there was something brighter about her expression. Maybe.

The weirdo.

"Okay," she said, nodding. "I guess that's a point in guns' favor."