"'S what I was asking," Octavia said, with a little nod of confirmation, though only after her eyes had flicked towards the top of his head a second time. Look, she was maybe having a little trouble... connecting with any of this, but worrying about him getting hurt broke through most things.

She looked towards his feet. "What do you think they are? Look like just... bags with random words on them."

That little thump of a sound that followed was a duffel bag - red, obviously - embroidered with never going to be right in the head again (maybe never was) hitting the floor behind her.