Rex sits up, then accepts the hand from Hope. If she were anyone else, he wouldn't, but it's her and they've been friends long enough.
"Hope, unless you're going to toss me through the wall over there, you've got at least another hour of work ahead of you." he grins.
Rex focuses on other things in the room, like his water-bottle, or towel, or the floor in order to keep his eyes off of Hope's outfit. Sometimes, he thinks she does it on purpose to screw with him. Calling her on it, however, admits that it is a distraction, and she wins.
He doesn't entertain those thoughts any further, though, because that's a direction he can't let himself go in.
"Unarmed or weapons this time around?" he asks.
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