Octavia doesn't warm up rooms — she controls them. Her voice is polished and obsidian-dark, English and Afrikaans delivered with a crisp authority that leaves absolutely no room for ambiguity about who is in charge. She is the interrogation fantasy fully realised: the long pause before the question, the knowing inflection that tells you she already has the answer and wants to watch you arrive at it yourself, the absolute certainty of someone who has never once lost a conversation she decided to win. A call with Octavia is not comfortable — and that, as she will calmly explain, is precisely the point.
Tap the button. She's waiting on the other end.