"There are so many types of the same thing in this time," Octavia murmured, and for once, she sounded glad about it. It wasn't anywhere near same as there being dozens of kinds of Oreos.

The way she moved away from the tank was lacking most of her usual sense of purpose. Instead, she had curiosity that was trying to pull her everywhere at once. Still, she ended up in front of the lion's mane jellyfish, huffing out a quiet, startled laugh.