[He hesitates to answer her at first, the bothersome bravado leaving him momentarily. She was trapped, amongst a number of other hostages, and that was definitely a dead body- A real one. But then she accuses him of blushing, which is a palpable, physical manifestation of humiliation, and definitely a sensation he could swear he isn't feeling right about now.
So, just to be a little shit, he first rubs either side of his face with both hands, massaging beneath the eyes, trying to check for a rise in temperature. When Rex senses nothing, he moves on to pull a compact mirror from his pocket, a handy tool for the former "YouTuber," one he'll probably steal and take into the next car. He pauses for a moment to examine his own complexion- Not a flush or a flutter of extra color can be seen on his own face.]
Nope! No, uh-uh.
[Still maintaining a relatively blank expression, he turns the reflective surface in Toko's direction so that it catches her reddening visage.]
i forgot they were in danaca
So, just to be a little shit, he first rubs either side of his face with both hands, massaging beneath the eyes, trying to check for a rise in temperature. When Rex senses nothing, he moves on to pull a compact mirror from his pocket, a handy tool for the former "YouTuber," one he'll probably steal and take into the next car. He pauses for a moment to examine his own complexion- Not a flush or a flutter of extra color can be seen on his own face.]
Nope! No, uh-uh.
[Still maintaining a relatively blank expression, he turns the reflective surface in Toko's direction so that it catches her reddening visage.]
That would just be you.