[ The reason why Gen lingers might be evident after a few more moments of looking around the room -- there seem to be no doors other than the one he'd come through, and that one's slammed heavily shut behind him, thudding into place with a note of finality. He hadn't exactly been waiting here out of choice.

Though -- a question that might be harder to answer is why Gen regards Dimitri for a moment before giving a sharp, brief bark of humorless laughter. ]

Oh, it's you.

[ Gen doesn't sound surprised. If anything, he sounds a little excited. Sure, he would have preferred someone easier to handle, maybe more of a pushover. But Dimitri is a Meridian, and one he has no qualms about hurting, and that's good enough for him.

There's the swish of the mace's heavy head through the air when Gen gives it an idle swing as a distant reminder that he holds no goodwill towards Dimitri. A statement he makes even clearer by following them up with a deadpan drone: ]

Lemme make this simple for you. Gimme a part of yourself, and we can both leave this place nice and quick, yeah?