[When Tyzias finds Rex, the orange dome top is off, revealing a face that looks significantly younger out of costume. Reddish-brown hair is pulled tightly into an extremely douchey manbun, and if he has anything to say about it, no one else is ever going to see it down. One of his sleeves is off, and while he slips it back inside as soon as he jolts to attention, she will notice that it is bandaged.

And bloody.]

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

[Yet, he still has enough energy to be a mouthy piece of shit.]

Y'know for a place where the mess hall rules include, oh, I dunno, um, one final round of whack-o-mole? You miiiight wanna give a guy some kinda heads' up. That is all.

[Also so he doesn't deck her- He isn't sure what her particular skill set is, but a hit from a cybergenetically engineered supersoldier, power-nerfs or no, will definitely hurt. He was designed to kill, after all.]

Ugh, well, that was one helluva interdimensional shitshow.

[While that might sound like a dig, what follows after is surprisingly sincere.]

How are you holdin' up? Got any more space up there? Ah, fuck-

[He first taps his head, then pausing to move his hand to his heart. Different things.]

This. This is more important.

You good?