[ The Scythian looks pissed. Yeah. That's what he thought. She must be the brains of the operation, but Poe's the heart. He must be, because if the Scythian cared enough, she'd object now, demand the other half of her money, and she'd be perfectly within her right to do so. He watches her move between him and the pilot before turning to face forward again, leading the pack. ]

If you say so, [ Rex says, voice a deep rumble in his chest. ] Round the back. The slums.

[ As much as he tries to hide it, he speaks with a military crispness. ] More open space. Less cover, but we're less likely to catch the attention of any locals, save for the ones looking to loot. Sources say Haka flowers are part of the natural flora. They're pressurized. You kick them, they spray. You puncture them, they pop. Good for a distraction.

[ He's been planning this for a while. ]

Got anything to add?

[ Everyone's got different sources. There's no such thing as being overly prepared in Rex's book. ]