Rex nodded in approval. His own blasters were a part of himself at this point. Being separated from them or having them stolen would, to allow himself hyperbole, be like having his arm severed. And yet his response was simple. "Agreed."

Still, there were benefits to the force-- or telekinesis. "But if you could manage to move yourself..." Well, he'd seen how that could be used.

But he forgot himself. "I'm Captain--" he caught himself too late but kept his sigh internal. "Rex. You can just call me Rex."