Rex looks at Cindy, frowning slightly at the smoke. It aggravates his throat a little, but he says nothing. He'll always be sensitive to smoke, even after the surgeries.

Funnily enough, it only reminds him of the time Wichita got him high with a nebulizer, knowing how much smoke bothered him. There's a small wince, and he takes a long drink.

"My ex."

Who he's still not quite over, which is probably painfully obvious by now.