The things that flashed through Octavia's mind at that... Well, sorry, Ez, but it was your own fault for prying. She ducked out of the way of Tobias's swing. Grabbed again, but more vicious, this time, absolutely refusing the possibility of any other outcome than getting him in an armlock.

And then putting pressure on it.

"Drop it or I'll break this."

Make no mistake: she wanted to break it. She wanted an excuse to do more.

There was blood in the water.