"I might," she agrees easily with a shrug of one shoulder. She retrieves her case and leads the way up the stairs, maybe because ladies first is a sentiment that's survived still in the time Vicious comes from, but also because Odessa enjoys making a show of giving her back to him. Make no mistake, she reads too much into her own actions, but she likes to think it's a way of displaying some sort of trust.

In the offices, she places a case on a glossy ebony coffee chair centred over a white shag rug. The furniture - a loveseat and an opposing pair of wing chairs alternatively upholstered to keep up the black and white theme - surrounds the table, making it the focus of the room. Odessa chooses to settle herself on one end of the short sofa, reaching into her neckline to retrieve a key on a silver chain, which she fits in the locks on the attaché.

"They call it Refrain where I'm from," she presents the introduction to the vials of phosphorescent blue liquid she's apparently been creating in her labs. "Though I'm working from a recipe that's called Cobalt on the street. It's not as pure, but I think that's actually a benefit given the diversity of this city." She doesn't wait for him to ask what it does, and she has to fight the urge to watch his face as she continues to talk up her offering. "In people with abilities," the like me tacit, "it causes powerful hallucinations. The draw of it is that they tend to be happy memories. So I'm told."

Someone hasn't been sampling her own product.