Rex didn't go full action-movie mode. No sudden hero leap, no dramatic punch. Nah—he kept it real. He just stood there, ears wide open, heart pounding like a drumline.
He figured if they were still talking, there might be more to learn. Maybe they'd slip up. Maybe he'd catch something else useful. But after a minute or two,the conversation nosedived into useless territory. The guards started chatting about drinks, some party jokes, laughing about sneaking champagne behind the boss's back.
Useless.
Rex took the hint. Time to bounce—quietly, carefully, and before someone turned that corner. Otherwise, there was a real risk of getting spotted, and he wasn't ready to test his luck twice in one night.