There's a gentle tap, and it takes Ahsoka a heartbeat to realize that it's in the Force, and it's coming from Rex. She turns to face him, eyes wide with surprise. "You're... Force-sensitive," she surmises. It's a guess at best, but... but somehow, it makes sense.
Rex shrugs a shoulder, rubs the back of his neck. "....I... Yeah, I guess I am." There's a flicker of something in his eyes, gone as quickly as it appears. "I've felt you do it enough times to just... copy you. Return to sender, I suppose." There's an odd twist to his mouth that suggests a smile-not-smile.
Ahsoka reaches out, squeezes his bicep. "I suppose there's a lot I'll have to teach you." she muses wryly, and this time, Rex chuckles softly.









