Octavia had also been more or less avoiding Magnus since she'd gotten back, so maybe not going for him was the best.

She sighed quietly as she leaned back, her eyes on the view as she began to talk. "This happened at your club, although I don't think it was your club yet," she said. "I can't remember why I came by, but I know I stayed because of the axe range, 'cause it was a new thing."

And she would always be drawn to throwing sharp things.

"And I was probably having a soda or something because I wasn't old enough to get booze yet --" Which she still considered a dumb rule, but whatever. "-- when this guy came up to me. Tall. Floppy hair, brown eyes. Smiling."