"Will you please stop flirting with the enemy, Rex?" The Doctor asked, and she shrugged.

"Don't blame me for the sexiness of your enemies, Doctor." She replied casually, earning a glare from the man himself.

"Sexiness? That's a Dalek!" He said, incredulous. She grinned slyly at him.

"Says the man in love with a blue box. Leave me to flirt with my standard's highest level, and you can go flirt with your TARDIS later, how does that sound?" Rex said, shutting him up. Rose looked at Rex, confused.

"Your standard's highest level is a Dalek?" She asked, and Rex frowned at her.

"Well, I'm so damned unattractive that human-looking humanoids usually just ignore me, so pepper pots, potatoes, gaseous beings, that stuff kinda has to be my highest standard, or I'll be unnecessarily disappointed." Rex explained, winking at the Dalek's old-man leader, Davros. She clearly saw him roll his eyes, and she pouted.

"Damn, do I have to lower my standards even more? Um. I wonder if one of the ones from Raxacoricofallapatorius would be interested?" Rex mused, snickering at the Doctor's and Rose's disgusted faces.

"I reached into the dirt and made new life. I am the God of all Daleks!" Davros said, and Rex had to bite her tongue not to say anything more. She hadn't been flirting, just insulting in a perverse way. Daleks were yelling and repeating "Worship him!"

"They're insane. Hiding in silence for hundreds of years, that's enough to drive anyone mad. But it's worse than that. Driven mad by your own flesh. The stink of humanity. You hate your own existence. And that makes them more deadly than ever. We're going.