Teeth to her lower lip take the place of a chuckle. Someone would get more than they ever bargained for with that order.

"Not so far," Odessa admits, slightly apologetic, "but I certainly can." She's quick to offer explanation, however. "I've been kept busy by my other pursuits." Which brings her to slide her gaze to the briefcase she's left on the table. Her voice lowers to something of a purr. "I wouldn't have you come all the way out here just to hold my hand and tell me you've got everything under control, of course." Whether it's the scars that twist her smile and keep it from looking entirely pleasant, or if it's just her is up for debate.