Rex snaps on a pair of gloves and opens his kit, reaching for the basics-- gauze and alcohol, topical anesthetic, sutures...

He lets out a little laugh at her enthusiasm. Somehow, it's... contagious. He doesn't mind, however. Rex has a particular admiration for contagions and the efficiency with which they spread.

"Oh, I know. All that blood, and it's usually just a little gash." Which seems to be the case for Odessa, as well, although he does have to wonder if she's suffering from a mild concussion. Well. He'll test for that after.

Applying the alcohol to the gauze, he moves across from Odessa and begins to wipe away at the blood. When she admits to having special powers, he arches his brow, gives her a look, but doesn't seem shocked by it. Even if he hadn't been on the Barge for two years, these past few months in Baedal opened his eyes to even more genetic possibilities.

"You did forget," he murmurs, amused. "You'll have to demonstrate the kinetic energy one day. I'd love to see it."

He lightly presses the gauze against her forehead, trying to soak up as much blood as he can before getting the anesthetic ready.

"And drinks can come later. What did this to you?"