Odessa takes that opportunity to move the wine bottle and glasses and make sure she isn't likely to knock over any of the Bunsen burners while Rex secures his precious nanomites. "Priorities," she agrees." She wasn't much younger than him when she turned in her v-card, either.

She's smiling almost devilishly when he makes his way back to her, having reclaimed her seat on the table again. "Now... Where were we?" Her index fingers hook through the loops of his belt, tugging him toward her gently.