So, Rex had a tripod for glass. Or camera, or binos, or whatever Rex needed. Sometime in the dark, Rex's bipod was stepped on, and a leg was broken. This is Rex's tripod now:
So, the un-named person that stepped on Rex's tripod, in the dark, comes up to Rex and explains it to him...
"I was walking back there, in the dark, and I didn't see your tripod, and I accidentally stepped on it. I'm going to buy you a new one, I just need to know where you got it..."
Rex says no - no problem. Don't worry, I was getting a new one anyway...
Un-named person says, "Nope, I'm getting you a new one. It was my fault. I was in the drunk..."