There's a strong temptation to engage in a pissing match over whose forays into the past or visions of the future were objectively worse. Ultimately, it doesn't matter here, and certainly not to anyone but the two of them. Normally, this would be all the motivation Odessa requires, but she's trying to be a changed woman. Victorian times. Whatever, Quinn.

"It sounds like a lie to me." The notion of respect from those who have not (the non-Evolved in this case) is one that she firmly believes to be little more than a vain hope. Fear is something more realistic. They may not respect the Evolved, but by God they can be taught to fear them.

At being asked if she's up to no good, she smiles thinly. "I've been on my best behaviour. I haven't even begun to plan out how I might rack up a body count." Liar. Sort of. Thoughts aren't crimes. Not quite anyway.