Something between a grimace and a frown pulls at Odessa's scarred mouth for a moment when she's called on her clinical language. Calculated might be the better word. "Yes, I'd say I'm curious." Casually, she looks about the club, not quite as if she isn't interested in what Irene has to say (more accurately: what she has to offer), but as to give the impression that she doesn't want others to think she's quite so interested as she.

"Hypothetically, how much would it cost a girl to have her curiosity sated?"