Octavia had let go of Duke the second she'd heard he voice, whipping around to face the door, driven by instinct, the expression on her face hardening instantly.

Rage had always been easy. And nothing brought it forth like a target.

She grabbed something heavy off the nearest display, and unceremoniously threw it at the man's head. (Reckless, yes. But also an attempt to distract, to maybe steal Duke a second or two without whatever was being done to him.)