Octavia sure seemed willing to give it her best go. Not that she felt particularly worried about two or three people. She'd faced worse - and thought, in a flash, about the stretch of corridor right outside the hydroponic farm, where she'd dealt with the uprising, body after body hitting the floor.

With the limited vision provided by the flashlight, all flashes of metal and concrete floor, it was easy to feel like she was right back in the b--

She stumbled, on the last step onto the second floor, but caught herself. Just barely.