Now seems about the right time for Rex to let himself be known. Even higher above Maverick than usual, hands in his pockets as he looks down on his fallen friend from immediately behind. Normally Rex can tell when he's smiling quite easily because the muscles in his face strain from unfamiliar efforts, but the barely there one he's carrying is so small even he can hold it.

"I don't think he has any particularly strong convictions to hate." Unless Mav kicks up a fuss about it, Rex is just going to hook a hand under one of Maverick's arms and haul him to his feet with one hand in a quick, smooth motion. "But I support anyone endeavouring to teach this useless creature at least one."

For Indrik's part, he's caught between two feelings- joy, that Rex has come! He always gets him out of these things! He'll be free in no time! And worry, that Rex has come! That means he'll be in trouble in no time!