Octane reminded her of a mix of Jaune, Nora, and Sun. He dressed in a way Sun probably would have...except a little messier. A lot messier. She didn't say anything, though. It wasn't like she was in a place to do so. Whoever was here wasn't exactly helping and she couldn't find her scroll anywhere.
It was a moment until she noted his legs. She didn't mention how he could have had better ones if he'd been in Atlas. Even if it was true, it probably wasn't now. General Ironwood's call for Martial Law was going to ruin everything they'd started to work towards. He was ruining everything. At least the Ace Operatives were unlikely to do anything to them and Winter had given them a second to escape, but she would come for them once she could. It pained her to know it. She'd always seen her sister as brave and in control of her own life, but now she could see the way the people close to the General were like puppets. He pulled the strings and they moved. No one thought for themselves. Except Penny.
The idea of RWBY having to function without her stung. The idea that they could when they were the only family she felt she had left anymore. Now she didn't have anyone. And she didn't really quite follow anything he'd just said, so she considered that it was either exhaustion or some language she didn't know. "None of us are capable enough for the fight we're in for, but we're in it together anyway."
She stared at the message and sighed. "You're not cute." Maybe a little, but she'd never tell him that. "I'm used to my scroll. We don't really send written messages if we don't have to. How does it work so I can tell them you're a liar?"