There was something about that 'if you think of something' that rubbed Octavia the wrong way, too. Plenty of unfortunate feelings to go around.

With another hum low in her throat, she straightened up the rest of the way, and reached out for one of their abandoned food containers, as if that would help her sort out her thoughts into anything... actually useful.

(She didn't want to be sending this whole thing downhill fast, but it was hard.)