My unicorn got run over by a tractor

"It's me," Octavia called back, more comfortable raising her voice now than she would've been before the preserve. Not that it was that necessary a confirmation, considering she was making her way in soon after. Carefully, yes, and raising her eyebrows just a little at the reason for it. "Guess we did some damage."

She was willing to take partial blame/credit. She'd been here for a while yesterday, too.