[ Rex plants a hand on his hip, looking questioningly at the kid, his raised brow invisible behind the armour. Every clone would recognize his armour -- not that he's Captain Rex of the five-oh-first, but certainly that he's a weathered soldier who's earned his stripes. This level of belligerence is... unexpected. ]

Same thing that you do, I imagine, [ he says gruffly, nodding at the gravestone. ] I thought I recognized the name on here too, so I brought this over here to clean it off, see if I can get to the bottom of things. Probably just some trick - [ the original wouldn't die in a backwater planet like this one; he certainly couldn't have died long ago enough for his grave to be overgrown like this ] - but it's worth checking out. You got a name, kid?