[ His first instinct is to shove away that hand coming to squeeze against his shoulder, because the last thing he needs is this stupidly-strong weirdo getting all handsy with him except -- whatever. It's true that he's a little wobbly on his feet while he still regains his balance, and he's not interested in eating shit on the streets and giving himself another concussion, so he'll permit it.

Even if what Set says next is enough to have Gen looking over with one eyebrow arched almost all the way up into his hairline. ]

That's not -- ...

[ 'That's probably not what you actually mean,' he starts to say. But on second thought, if this guy is enough of a weirdo to say shit like that with a straight face, maybe he just has no idea. And like hell he's going to waste his time explaining why one guy saying I will have my way with you to another is weird as fuck. ]

... Minegishi. [ In the end, he just gives a half-assed shrug as he goes along with this incredibly strange conversation. Is he coming to lean against Set just a little bit to take it easier on his poor, aching muscles? No, shut up. (Yes.) ] That's just my normal name. Been feeling a little short of earning myself a name in that place.

[ What a joke. Like a barely-trained normal human with only one arm's going to get far in that place. Maybe this guy's just fucking with him. Gen huffs an irate grumble and leans harder against Set in petty revenge for that slight. ]