Iago didn't say anything for a few moments. He just pulled up a chair and sat down, glaring at the table until Rex added that last statement. The soldier looked up and over to him, shrugging once. "I know, Rex." He leaned forward, towards the other man. "But if I don't for a while, you can't keep doing...this."

He didn't relax, as he was still fuming a bit from his day. "I want to see the records you keep for our spending." He linked his fingers together, still mindful of his pronouns, though they switched. "Your books."