"Careful, I just may take you up on that," Rex replies with a laugh as he dabs at the condensation on his glass. It's a way to keep his hands busy as he pauses between drinks. He's still not too fond of the taste of vodka, so he's taking this drink slow. He should branch out, try something that isn't common to Earth, but... As much as Rex enjoys scientific endeavors, he's not really up for imbibing unfamiliar liquids. Who knows what he'd end up doing or saying.

"But I don't think my entrepreneurial endeavors will pay as well as the hospital." His own pay may've been modest-- he'd deliberately taken work that was 'beneath' him, as far as he's concerned, for the networking and education-- but Odessa's a surgeon. He figures it's safe to assume she's quite comfortable with her salary. He muses for a moment, then takes a drink. "You know, I still don't have a name for the business. I need something striking, like... I don't know, 'Ouroboros Ventures'."

No, that's a very bad name. But if it's related to snakes in some capacity, chances are, Rex will think it's gold.

He may have something of a one-track mind.