Rex is pleased. "This the longest time I've gone without being needed. Place is still dangerous, but there's nothing actively trying to end the world or at least Manhattan. ... ... Knock on wood."

He tries to knock on his pencil, then suddenly looks very confused at his hands. Then at the ground. Building his Smack Hands sent both the pencil and notebook flying. They're like ten feet away.

"Uhh, give me a minute...." He laughs nervously, still searching.