[At that, Rex undoes his zipper completely, attempting to fan himself with the top half of his supersuit, flapping the wings of the garment like an irritated, tropical bird. His eyes narrow as he considers, really considers, what his priorities should be. If the top half of his torso was impressive to Vanadi at all, his core is certainly the main attraction. He may be a seasoned expert in several martial arts, but Rex's first combative form of body language was gymnastics. It is how he moves about without thinking, jumping and gliding from here and there, and so that muscle definition indicates rigorous training and expertise.

Emotionally, Rex Splode is a mess, but physically? He is well-centered. Balanced, and frighteningly so.]

Hey. Everybody who poofs onto this thing is in the directory, yeah? Whether they like it or not.

At least when they're from, uh, outta town. Way out.

Right?

[Otherwise Rex would have had his profile wiped, deleted, or at least edited to perfection. He wonders if anyone here can tell him about the operating system these devices use, but this guy's out of the question for that. He seems... Medieval. Probably technology-challenged.]

Seems like we've pretty much got no control over it.