Rex opens his mouth, about to inform Penelope of his name, because he's so helpful like that, but he quickly shuts it again when she makes it quite clear that his name is pretty low on her list of priorities. Like. So low it's not even on the list.

Well. Cute Nurse isn't a terrible nickname, at least.

He watches her try the box, secretly relieved that Ana was able to lock the damn thing again. Whatever's in there is certainly important to some degree. Sentimental value, perhaps? He's not quite sure, and, idle curiosity aside, he isn't too concerned with finding out-- mainly because the contents themselves didn't interest him too much. Drawings and junk, far as he could tell. Rex takes a sip of his beer, relaxing now that his duty for the evening is done.

"Something you were missing?" he asks. "I guess the gods aren't all bad."