Odessa traces circles and curly-cues absently on the table's surface while Rex talks. He draws a smile from her when he invokes the word legendary. She matches his gaze, a glint of something between mirth and mischief there. And when he nearly spills his vodka, she exhales a breath of laughter.

"Regardless," she assures, "I think you're on to something. And there's nothing wrong with looking to the future, eh?" The green concoction is sipped through her straw and seems to draw a wider smile. "And I'd say you've got a bright one ahead of you. This place, Baedal? It's not so bad, really. Fresh beginnings and all. I think it's a blessing."