Everyone is up early today, that's the first thing he notices. The reason? Your arrival, apparently. Some new lost lamb searching for a group to prove its worth, fighting evil alongside a group of severely troubled young heroes. Not him, though. He's completely sane, it's the rest of them who falter. And Rex suspects the newest member will probably fit in that list as well.

He yawns, leaning against the wall with his legs crossed. Time moves slower when they have to go through protocols and all the whatnots he couldn't care less about — greetings, introductions, guiding you through the facility. It's going to be a long day and all he wants to do is get out there and do something. Who knows how long you'll last, anyway. But deep down, he knows he shouldn't be judging someone he hasn't even seen already.

"Are we waiting for the queen of England, or...? Seriously. Can we wrap this up?" His tone comes out dryer than intended, hand waving in a circular motion for his teammates to see. They're all sitting in a conference table and pausing their activities for this, so what's all the fuss about? Before he can open his mouth again, the door creaks open and his eyes shoot in that direction. You've finally come.