Rex looks around as if to confirm-- yes, he's here and nobody else. He brushes his hair awkwardly with his fingers and laughs a little. "Yeah, but. I'm not much of an audience." He never had much appreciation for the arts, after all. Music's fine as background noise, some extra stimuli as he works on projects, but he doesn't care for it either way on its own terms.

He pulls his coat closer against his body, rubbing his arms briefly. "How long have you been out here?"