Rex watches the little figure move up the ladder, his eyes dull, as if he's resigned to losing this game. It's all chance and no skill, like so many children's games, and Rex knows now that chance is not something that works out in his favor. No, if there's even the slightest probability that something will go wrong, it will go wrong-- for Rex, at least. Always.

"Sure," he murmurs, giving a slight shrug. He rolls the dice and moves, landing on a snake. A short snake, but a snake nonetheless. With a sigh, he stands and stretches his arms. Even though he can spend days in his lab with no problems, now he's beginning to feel somewhat cramped and stir crazy. He knows why, but he doesn't want to think about it.

Rex is oblivious to the scraping at first. He just assumes it's Shrieky doing his thing with the coffee maker. Rubbing the back of his neck, Rex turns to him with an arched brow. "Hear what?"

He's quiet for a beat, listening for whatever it is that's caught the mermaid's attention. And that's when he realizes the scraping isn't part of the coffee-making process at all.

Rex rushes downstairs to the small console at the far end of the basement-level lab, leaning over to get a look at what the security cameras positioned in the ground-level and outside are picking up.

Static.

Something's killed the security system.

Slowly, cautiously, Rex moves up the stairs to rejoin Shrieky.

"We should go... down the, uh--"

There's a crash as one of the windows is shattered. Rex had the foresight to board each of them up, but now there's a frantic thudding, as something tries to break through the wooden boards.