When Odessa chuckles, it's decidedly alto and a touch husky. She bites her lip and rolls her eyes at herself. "Oh, goodness. Me and my choice of words," as if she'd only just noticed it, and it hadn't at all been intentional. There's a sparkle to her eye that says otherwise, though she doesn't quite give up on the pretense.

Admitting with a bit of a theatrical sigh, if only to be heard over the noise, "I'm a tightly wound individual. I wasn't blessed enough to arrive here with my therapist," lovely woman, "so I'm researching different avenues of unwinding." It's about science and observation, obviously.