It's odd how being surrounded by people in very little clothing (okay, not surrounded, exactly... but it certainly feels that way to somebody who's never so much set foot in a strip club before) makes Rex himself feel under dressed. No, that isn't right... Exposed, however preposterous that is, since he's currently fully dressed in a pair of dark trousers and a black dress shirt (wrinkled, now, since they are the clothes he arrived in). He desperately wants to project the image of a cool, confident man, totally at ease here, but despite his best efforts, he wound up shrinking into himself, pressed his back against the bar, doing his best to imitate a fly on the wall.

This is so stupid. He's supposed to be fearsome. He could build bombs to end civilizations. He could reprogram people to turn against their friends, their loved ones. But he can't handle this?

Beer. That'll help him relax. Clutching a bottle close, he looks around... coolly (right, coolly.), stopping when he sees Hasibe. His brow raises just a touch once he takes in her outfit, but he quickly brings his eyes up to her face and grins falteringly back. As she approaches, he gives her a little half-wave (could he be any more awkward?) before bringing his bottle to his lips and downing a good gulp of the beer.

"Hi." The nervousness is starting to subside, at least, as he focuses on putting on the same friendly face he wore over the Network.

And that lasts for about half a second before he blurts out: "Wait, this is what it's like when it's not crazy?"