Rex's deliberately slow pace, designed specifically to rile up his slave driving employers, left him one of the last people walking around the hallways. Well, him and one of those redhead clone hall monitors. That weird quintet always managed to creep him out. He wouldn't be able to live with another one of himself, much less four.

As he was passing by her with the leery look every born delinquent gave someone in a uniform he was stopped by the call of another guy. A dude in all white came wandering over, asking about enrollment. Rex quirked an eye at that. "Enrollment? Aren't you suppose to do that kind of stuff before school starts?" He asked, stalking over to give the kid a once over.

He felt like something was watching him over his shoulder, a impatient, bloods hit eye that hadn't exited for millions of years insisting he move on. He grinned. "Yeah, I know where enrollment is. C'mere, I'll show ya'." He said, clapping his hand on the guys shoulder. "First we go right down this hall, past this soda machine..." He started as he began leading the kid to the main office.

There was a frustrated roar in his head, but screw it. No one could punish him for being a good samaritan at a damn super hero school.