Rex looks at Andy, then looks down at himself. They couldn't look more different. Andy's flannel looks practically colourful in comparison to what Rex is wearing, but while she's disheveled, Rex's drab clothing is meticulously kept without a wrinkle or a stain in sight, everything in its right place.

"In case you've forgotten, we're both off-duty soldiers," he points out. And, in his humble opinion, he's the one who looks like an off-duty soldier. They're supposed to be tidy. It's in their DNA.

Well. Not in Andy's, he supposes.

"Must have been some barfight. On or off the job?"