[ We. The way Andy says it is likely to mean only herself and Poe, working to dismantle the Empire in some small way as they are, but it gives Rex pause. Is that what he is now? A rebel? After so long working for the Republic and against the very forces he once labeled as terrorists, the thought's an oddly startling one. A defector, yes. A fugitive. But a rebel...

He supposes that's what he is now. His attention snaps back once Poe addresses him, and he nods his head. ]

I'm fine.

[ It's the same thing he said once he got out of surgery but it's a hell of a lot more believable now that he's gotten some rest. He's quiet for a moment, then speaks again, dark eyes solemn. ]

There's little I can do to repay your kindness. I haven't got much to my name. But I can fight. And I know the Empire - I wrote a good portion of their damn military maneuvers.

[ It boiled his blood the first time he recognized them using his methods. He and Cody had spent months devising them together, heads pressed together as they pored over them. But then, they've got every right to them. Cody still works for them, after all. I can be useful.

[ That may not mean being useful to them while he's with them. They could send him on his way with a mission, or get him to pass along intel, and he'd do it. He's not the sort to leave a debt unpaid. ]