"Nahaha. Nnn. NOHOHOHAHAHA!" Octavia sucks in an incredibly-pissed-off breath. The whole laughing thing? Getting really fucking old, thank you very much. "I'm gonnAHAHAHA. Gonna-go-to-alan's-he-probably-has-a-gun."

The last few words come out in a rapidfire whisper, then she claps her hand over her mouth to suppress another laughing fit. Maybe if they're super quiet, the scorpion won't hear them and will get lost?

If scorpions even have ears to hear with. Do they? It occurs to Octavia that this is the kind of shit they should be teaching in biology classes at Locke High. Jesus.