The soldier's face fell completely. He wasn't angry anymore; he was shocked. Horrified. How could Rex go without keeping track of his finances? This wasn't the barge. This wasn't home. There were responsibilities here. And Iago might have been a thief, but he was a thief because he liked it. Not out of necessity.

"Rex..." he shook his head, running his fingers through his hair. "You have to have something to show what you're spending." He stood up from the table and walked out, returning with a sheet of paper- it was all he had- that tracked his meager spending. Laying it flat on the table, he showed it to Rex.