Rex tightened his grip on the table, his eyebrows arching as he processed the question. "What do you mean, who am I?" he blurted, his voice tinged with disbelief. "I'm Rex Xander, professional trouble magnet, part-time Hydra-slayer, and occasional demi-god-punching enthusiast!"
He threw his arms wide, mock exasperation written across his face. "Seriously, Coach, we've been through so much together.....giant monsters, crazy generals, god-like egomaniacs, and now you're asking who I am? What's next? Asking for my star sign?"
Jefferson's expression didn't change, his eyes still boring into Rex like laser sights. The silence stretched, heavy and awkward. Rex swallowed hard, realizing his attempt at humor had fallen flat, or worse, gone completely unnoticed.
"Uh, Sagittarius, by the way," Rex added weakly, offering a sheepish grin. "In case that helps?"
