When the kid approached, Octavia met her gaze slowly and nodded in greeting. "Hey," she responded, letting the machete still at her side. "Eleven, right? Let's go look for your friend. What can you tell me about him? Besides his questionable hair choices."
She didn't know too much about the guy, but she did know his weird hair style and how he seemed to like to slick back his hair like that. She didn't question the number for a name. Octavia had been part of the hundred criminals sent from the Ark down to Earth to try to save their home in space. She knew that they sort of had numbers then, but Octavia had been different. She couldn't technically exist, being a second child in a world where only one child could live.