Rex checks his watch as he exits the bakery, chewing on a fresh cinnamon-raisin bagel with the sort of urgency that suggests he's only got minutes before his lunch break is over. He takes a chug of his half-finished coffee-- lukewarm now-- and ducks into the alleyway behind the shop. It's easier than trying to get through the rush of people on the street, and provides a more direct route back to the Glory Shada, where he's about to go finish up the last four hours of his shift. Rex takes another bite of his bagel, tossing the coffee into a nearby dumpster as he passes. If he'd known there was a person inside, he probably would've thought twice about throwing away a cup that still had liquid in it.