"She comes from a strange world," he says with a slight shrug, as if that explains everything. In the apocalypse, he assumes, carrying one's gun at the ready is an asset. "I'm sure most people thought she was still on the lookout for monsters."

Rex nods, reaches back to rub his neck. "That's fair." For however complicated their history is, he wouldn't want her to go out and die, after all. "Did she seem well?"