Rex has never seen somebody with black sclera before (which is more striking to him than the oddly colored irises), so once he catches sight of her eyes, it's hard to look away. "Um." He blinks, then laughs a little, dropping his gaze. "Right. Glad to see she wasn't wrong."

He brushes off the knees of his pants, and shakes his head. "It's fi--" Oh wow, she's still talking. Must be some incredible lung capacity, because he could swear this is all in one breath. Rex may be a little impressed. "I'm not mad, really. You didn't land on me, so..."