Rex is busy looking around surreptitiously as he sips on his drink, keeping his eyes moving quickly so as to avoid making it obvious that he's being stood up. Or potentially stood up. He pushes his sleeve up just a touch to look at his watch, just to make sure he's not ridiculously early or something, but no. Twenty minutes pass (he may've made a point to arrive five minutes early, and it certainly wasn't to enjoy the scenery, no, not at all), and he's about ready to pack it up and leave when Cindy shows up with a customary insult. By now, he knows it's her way, but there's still a part of him that wonders if he really does look ridiculous in his clothes.

Rex glances down at his tie and shirt color combo, furrowing his brow a little. Should've stuck with his usual black (and occasional sprinkling of blue). It's dependable.

"I'll have you know this is custom-fitted," he responds in good humor. "It's my first foray into color." These days, now that the monsters have come and gone, Rex has settled into a more relaxed mood. He may even display something of a sense of humor about himself.

For once.