Rex very nearly throws his tiny circular saw across the room when that crash startles him out of his silent, rage-fueled concentration. Gingerly, he sets it down and swivels his chair around to watch the stairs, following the sound of footsteps. Maybe he shouldn't have sold the gun the vigilante...
He stands, reaching for a particularly sharp tool, then relaxes once he sees Odessa making her way down the stairs. A small smile quirks at the corner of his mouth, and he sets the makeshift weapon down on his work table.
"Change can stimulate the mind," he remarks, a forced lightness to his voice. His smile drops when he sees the blood, and Rex approaches Odessa to get a better look at the injury. He reaches out, as if he's going to move her hand to study the wound, but he stops himself.
"It's your lucky day. I've stitched up more heads than I can count." Then, his eyes seem to brighten, and he's barely holding back an excited grin. "What'd you see?"
Wait. Priorities. They can talk while he sutures. Rex goes back to his chair and rolls it over to Odessa. "Have a seat. I want to hear everything."
Science is the best distraction from misery. Science with Odessa, of course, is a dangerous combination, but Rex is willing to take that risk right now. He goes to his supply cabinet and starts looking around for the first aid kit-- ah. There it is. He brings it over to her and sets it on the table.
"How'd you get in, anyway? Don't tell me the security system's been disabled again..."
I can't remember if Rex knows about her powers or not, SO I'M ERRING ON THE SIDE OF CAUTION.
He stands, reaching for a particularly sharp tool, then relaxes once he sees Odessa making her way down the stairs. A small smile quirks at the corner of his mouth, and he sets the makeshift weapon down on his work table.
"Change can stimulate the mind," he remarks, a forced lightness to his voice. His smile drops when he sees the blood, and Rex approaches Odessa to get a better look at the injury. He reaches out, as if he's going to move her hand to study the wound, but he stops himself.
"It's your lucky day. I've stitched up more heads than I can count." Then, his eyes seem to brighten, and he's barely holding back an excited grin. "What'd you see?"
Wait. Priorities. They can talk while he sutures. Rex goes back to his chair and rolls it over to Odessa. "Have a seat. I want to hear everything."
Science is the best distraction from misery. Science with Odessa, of course, is a dangerous combination, but Rex is willing to take that risk right now. He goes to his supply cabinet and starts looking around for the first aid kit-- ah. There it is. He brings it over to her and sets it on the table.
"How'd you get in, anyway? Don't tell me the security system's been disabled again..."