Octavia had let everyone else choose theirs first. Then she'd picked one that was as close to the stairs as possible, while still being several doors down from the closest occupied room. The door was halfway open, so that might've helped him.

Their things were on the bed, and Octavia was standing by the window, staring out at the clouds, her phone grasped in on hand.

She'd had half a thought about texting Lucifer, before she'd remembered again.