Wouldn't it have been just an absolute power move if she hadn't, though?

But no. While he was going upstairs, Octavia had taken her glass and her bottle and made her way into the living room. Toed off her shoes and curled up in one corner of the couch.

And gotten her phone out.

A call was tempting, but not tempting enough, not compared to the relative safety and added distance offered by texting. So that was the app she opened. And then waited a while, until she was sure he had to have made it.

Hi
Miss me?