Uh, 'kay. For reference? I was once covered head to toe in an alien's insides. And that stench? The stinky-stank of extraterrestrial entrails? Foul! Unbearable. I can take some boozy breath and BO, hey.

I'm honestly surprised goop that corrosive didn't rip right through the suit.

[It's true. The crowd doesn't phase Rex. If anything, his behavior would suggest that he's used to an audience. What he does observe, though, is the way that her teary eyes flit unsteadily around the room. It's a subtle gesture, but he straightens his posture and stands with his back to most of them, so as to block off some space for her. It's a tough crowd, and they are leery.]

I've said it once before and, oh, I'll say it uh-gain! You got a friend we can call?

Seriously. You can't possibly think I'd dump you out on your ass when you can barely walk two feet without bumpin' into the poor bastard in front of ya.

Honestly, what is with you and this bad attitude! If you think this is bad bitch energy? No, no. You are just givin' off bad and bitchy.

What happened? Your boyfriend break up with ya?

[It would explain the lack of showering and all the supposed man-hating... Or at least, by Rex Splode logic.]

Well, fuck him! Now you're free.