MCA #9, Saturday Noon

Of course Octavia didn't have a key. What she did have were semi-rusty skills at picking locks. She'd practiced, down in the bunker, and taught it to Niylah in the early years, but it had been a while. Duke could've done it faster, but she insisted on doing it herself.

Took longer, but she did it, then straightened up with her hand against the door - and paused, instead off opening it, instead of marching right in.

This'd be just fine, right?

It was just an apartment.

[ooc: For that one guy, pls.]