[ Rex, a man of many words, grunts. Of course she likes him. Any idiot can see that. Rex isn't sure if that's good for him or not - he doesn't fancy dealing with a protective Scythian, but it gives him some leverage if things go south, though there's a small, humble part of him that still feels guilty for even mentally going through that scenario. He stalls for a moment, glancing behind him to Andy's retreating back, uncomfortable with the prospect. Never leave a man behind, right?
But the old days are gone. Even so, he keeps step in front of Poe, loath to let anyone else lead the charge. He jerks his head off to the side, changing their path so they can approach from the side as well, not directly into where all of the commotion is happening, grip tightening on his blasters. He would have preferred getting into a scuffle out here in an open field, not in a city where they'll be risking casualties, but beggars can't be choosers. He keeps low to the ground, bent double at an angle that looks deeply uncomfortable for a man of his bulk, but he moves as though he can keep it up all day.
Once their party's been rounded up again, they move. It's all that's left to do. ]
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But the old days are gone. Even so, he keeps step in front of Poe, loath to let anyone else lead the charge. He jerks his head off to the side, changing their path so they can approach from the side as well, not directly into where all of the commotion is happening, grip tightening on his blasters. He would have preferred getting into a scuffle out here in an open field, not in a city where they'll be risking casualties, but beggars can't be choosers. He keeps low to the ground, bent double at an angle that looks deeply uncomfortable for a man of his bulk, but he moves as though he can keep it up all day.
Once their party's been rounded up again, they move. It's all that's left to do. ]