Octavia, who had at the first part of our crews new encounter completely ignored the worry of Declan, and the worry of the rest of her crew as the ship was being scouted and instead fallen asleep yet again, soundly enjoying her dangerous placement atop the Shamrocks spike and only just woke up as their new avian compatriot was being funneled aboard. With a rather agile motion she threw herself up across ther railing which was supposed to keep her from committing this act in the first place
She had always disliked acting completely clueless, made one seem way too helpless. Thanks to this she rather quickly concluded both the origion and the state of the harpy. Giving her a few, rather proffesional glances, clearly not bothered in the slightest by the very apparent lack of clothes.
Following along with her crew as they made their way into the ship for a much more thorough examination it could be noted that Octavia warily observed the clouds surrounding them, fuzzing her eyebrows together and practically giving them a pout as she evaluated the fluffly doombringers.
She entered last, and opposite of her dear captain she loudly walked into the the infirmary. Standing on the other side of Declan with her back secured against the wall, glancing between the Harpy and Declan, occasionally looking over to Himmel to see her reaction whenever Declan mentioned something new. There was several times when she wished to throw in a comment herself, talking about observations she made herself, but it wasn't the right moment. First, they needed to make sure that the harpy wasn't in a lethal condition.
But she sure was! Of course, not lethal in that way, more against their lovable noble. She had remained on guard ever since she woke up from her nap, on a clear high alert. She had only blinked once, and suddenly the harpy was up, prepared to off their red-head. It had all happened in a second, during that second octavia straightened herself up from the wall, the blade inside her mechanical arm aggressively jutting out, crashing into the floor, cracking one of the planks. The thought of not handling it herself ran through her head, "Let someone else talk, you're not all that diplomatic" But for a moment she met the feathered assailants eyes, she was deadly. But the same goes for Octavia.
Throwing her arm up, dragging her blade across the floor before having it poke up towards the Harpy. While her captain was retreating and taking to the careful route, Octavia didn't as much as stammer. "Now what do you think you're doing, you can't accept some common hospitality? You think giving our innocent lil' noble here a claw to the throat somehow just improved your position? If anything it's going to get a whole lot worse if you don't drop that talon, right, now."