They may be thirty, but they aren't almost dead. You're only as old as you feel, and after a glass of that blue jet fuel stuff - that is, as it happens, just as good as Megan suggested - Odessa is feeling a bit closer to twenty than thirty. She's been standing near the record player for the past ten minutes, content to dance on her own with her eyes shut. It's easier to pretend like nobody's looking when you can't see if they are. Eventually, however, she's bumped into one too many people just trying to sneak by with the swing of her hips, and so she abandons her activity in favour of moving closer to the wall.

Which consequently means moving closer to where Rex stands. Rather shamelessly, she looks him up and down before tilting her head to one side, eyes crinkling at the corners with some kind of secret amusement. "Do I know you?" she asks. "I'm sure I've seen you somewhere before."