"The purer formula more aggressively reacts with the SLC gene - the genetic quirk that gives people their powers where I come from." She taps one of the remaining vials with her red-painted nails, enjoying the little muted tink! sound it makes. "This version, Cobalt, is generally cut with another hallucinogen. This at least gives it some appeal to the more mundane user. The sense of euphoria won't be as powerful as it will be for someone with abilities, but... It's there, and it should be enough."

To get a user hooked, presumably. Odessa isn't sure when she decided pushing drugs might actually make for a lucrative career move, but she can't deny its financial benefits right now.

"I wish I could take credit for its creation. It was initially developed by a previous employer of mine in an attempt to create abilities in baseline human subjects. This was not the intended result, but its redevised use has served well enough." Science is funny like that. Odessa raises her brows and raises her slightly irregular stare to make eye contact with him. She leans back and crosses one leg over the other, clasping her hands together over her knee. "Are you interested?"

A sliver of a grin is meant to sweeten the pot, as is the assertion: "I thought of you first."