She nods her head once, drawing in a quick breath as she braces her hands against the floor and the wall behind her for balance, pushing herself upward with a groan. She's been on her knees scrubbing so long that her legs protest being straightened out now. When she steps forward, it's experimentally, wobbling as if she's finding balance on new legs entirely. The shoes on her feet don't help matters much. The fact that she'd tried kicking the wall (viciously) more than once to shatter them to no avail doesn't help matters much. Shockingly, it only made things worse.

"You found me by accident?" Odessa surmises without any sense that she would be put out to be told that that is indeed the case. With a small whine to convey her dismay, she finds herself compelled to turn back toward the window and wipe at the pane with what remains of one sleeve. "Nothing ever gets cleaner," she laments, looking back at the dark-haired man over her shoulder. "But I just can't stop myself from trying. Please, please help me."