He couldn't help but laugh at her worries about Rex. "Come on how fat can you get on salad?" he asked, eyeing him. "And it's not like he's not active, he's always trying to escape and flying around."
"I...but..." he was quite visibly flailing. In fairness Cutter hadn't let him have guns even before he'd accidently shot Abby. "I was trying to protect you," he finally said.
"You know that's easier said than done, don't you?" he asked, very carefully pushing Rex's head back down beneath his jacket. "And he's not just going to stay still. Still it's a short journey, we might get away with it."