You're not missing much. Maybe other parts are decent, but Odessa is just desert and people that don't get me.

[Ah, the woes of a teenage girl. At least she realizes they sound really stupid right about now, so she just controls that inner angst and moves on. She eyes his hand at the glass, and wishes she could help him "see" the stars better. An idea starts to form in her head, but she doesn't do anything with it yet. Instead, she turns her head up toward him with a smile on her face.]

Where are you from?