"It certainly offers some fascinating sights," he muses, although the "fascinating sights" he's thinking of are his xenian patients. The rest of the city he can take or leave-- preferably leave, since he doesn't even want to be in a world where magic works in tandem with science, where he'll have to begin his projects again from scratch. There's an endeavor that he's not looking forward to after losing two years worth of work on the Barge.

Rex watches her carefully, although his expression is soft, somewhat friendly for now. That moment of sharpness isn't lost on him-- is it an act? Is she high? Or something else? He shakes his head as he sticks his hands down in his pockets. "No, I think you're the first lady in the cold I've chatted up-- here, anyway. I live--" Here, actually, but he's not going to say that to a stranger, no matter how harmless she seems. "Around. I was just on my way home when I saw you. Or nearly fell over you."