[To call him Mark would imply that there was some sort of clear divide between his hero self and his spacey, naive persona. And perhaps there is. Off the battlefield, Rex can't say he's too impressed. Not only is this kid a total killjoy, he is clearly a child, and not the brightest tool in the shed. In a way, the incredible capacity of strength that he possesses seems almost wasted. Then again, it is probably better this way. The guy is well-meaning, too well-meaning. He is empathetic to a fault, and it will absolutely get him in trouble, but it is also makes him likable.

Which is what Rex despises most of all. He is not capable of that kind of trust or kindness, and why should he be? The world was cruel to Rex before he could do so much as open his mouth to ask for a glass of water.]

Haven't you been paying any attention? Like at all? Ohhhh, right! You showed up with your brains half-bashed in.

There's a directory, or some shit like that. I'm pretty sure if you wanna creep on the other losers who got stuck here or look around for Omni-Fucker, you can just do it online. Why waste your energy?

[One thing that Mark may or may notice is that, when it comes to technology, Rex is suspiciously proficient.

He crouches down to examine the firewood following his exit from the tent.]

Look it up before I head out. Although, I'm tellin' ya, it's lame as fuck! The user interface is just garbage. I wonder if it was cooked up by, like, aliens with jellybeans for eyes!

[hush!!!! the tech is cute af rex? not everybody is an ex-hacker who prefers cool coding tricks, u loser]