[ Rex looks slowly between Andy and Poe. She's bullshitting. And he'd like her - and him, if he's as aware as the Scythian is about how rare that sort of battle synergy is; she's had a hell of a lot longer to figure it out - to know that he knows she's bullshitting. And then the moment's over and he's nodding, because it's really none of his damn business. ]

If you say so. [ It's a phrase that gets trotted out with as much frequency as sir used to, on account of the fact that you can say it and it can mean seventeen different things simultaneously, fifteen of which aren't wise to say at any given point. ]

I won't get in the way of that either way. I'm quicker than some Jedi at catching onto that sort of thing.

[ Rex loves his Jedi. It had pained him to leave them. But they could be pretty damn dense when push came to shove. ]