[He snorts loudly, about to chime in and interject rudely as usual. Rex fully intends to go unnecessarily ham about that "Nerds having it hard and getting even harder" bit, and yet he doesn't.

He's often wondered about the specifics of Cain's living arrangements, certainly more than he'd like to let on. It's something that Rex does when he takes an interest in someone, after all, old habits die hard, and his initial approach to winning someone's attention is very similar to following a mark. He does his research, and over time, slowly gets closer and closer.

Rex's eyes widen at the mention of getting laid a lot. He doesn't wish to delve into why that makes him feel the way he does, and chocks it up to simple jealousy over the ability for Cain to wantonly be a horndog.]

Tch.

Was the alien shooty-slaughter brigade all guys?

[It's just a hunch.

In their time together, which strangely, has been fairly frequent... Cain has yet to mention a single woman once. At least, when speaking of his home station.]

Oh-ho-ho, man.

Those showers must've been fucking disgusting. That's two times as much jizz and pubic hair per individual drain! Yeesh.