Rex is reading the label on the wine bottle-- what little there is to read-- when he hears the click of Odessa's shoes in the stairwell. Setting the bottle down, he glances up, taking in her decidedly spring-y outfit. He pulls his gaze further upward, taking notice of her new hair color. A little closer to Wichita's in this dim light... Whether that's good or bad, he doesn't know yet. Regardless, Odessa is still, decidedly, Odessa. As much as a part of him would probably like to, he can't conflate the two twins with each other. Her scars, setting her apart from Wichita and any other woman he knows, are positively beautiful. Rex walks over to the bottom of the stairwell to meet her, holding out a hand to walk her the rest of the way down. Not that she needs it, but he assumes it's the gentlemanly thing to do.

He really doesn't date much at all.

"I know they say you should never mix business with pleasure, but..." He smirks. "I couldn't resist." After a beat, he adds, "You look lovely."