Even as the snickering died down, the smile remained. "They can just spy on each other," Octavia decided, brightly even by other people's standards, "and leave me alone to do whatever the hell I want."

She'd been good about not casting those sidelong glances towards the dance floor, and even now she probably thought she was a little more private and subtle about it than she was. Or at least she thought it was a quick glance, before she considered the array of shots again.

It had not been.