Rex: I'm asking you three to not push me around while I'm tired like this. It's called a boundary. Ahsoka told me about them.
Wolffe, snorting and shoulder checking him: Boundaries.
Cody, smirking while shoving him to the side: They seem weak.
Bly, literally falling over onto him and laughing: They need work.
Fox, when the group walks in: I'm setting something Thorn calls a boundary. I've had a rough day, so I need you four to stay at arm's length.
Rex, sighing: They won't--
Wolffe smugly steps within arm's length, and Fox holds up a blaster, making a show of aiming it at Wolffe's groin.
Fox: Do you know what it feels like to be stunned balls first?
Wolffe, taking one big step back: Force, fine.
Fox: Thorn calls that enforcing boundaries. He says I do it well. Outside of work at least...
Rex: ...Fox, thank you for teaching me this important lesson.
Rex aims a glare at the other three one by one while he hovers a hand over one of his blasters. He will be enforcing his boundaries from now on.