"Awesome," Odessa beams to the assurance that Rex will have this under control. "Stitching my own head is such a bitch. Mirrors and all. Not fun." She flops down onto a chair and pulls her hand away. It's just a small gash above her eyebrow, but it's more than a simple bandage can handle. "Don't worry. You know how head injuries are. It's worse than it looks."

Wait.

"I mean, it looks worse than it is." Smooth, 'Dessa. "I'm fine. I didn't get hit that hard." She cranes her neck to peer around the lab. "Don't suppose you've got any vodka stored away?" To his question, she blinks. "Oh. I, uh... Did I forget to mention I have powers and abilities beyond that of your average human being? Specifically that I can manipulate kinetic energy and teleport? I meant to mention that over beers..."