[ He's been zoning out by himself where he's seated on the floor an armslength or two away, nursing a cigarette while staring into the middle distance and trying not to think about how fucking tired he is of all this magical bullshit. So while Gen doesn't really give a shit about the long-term repercussions of their actions, because he's far more concerned with short-term survival -- he does look over when Ruby's low mutter provides him with a convenient distraction. ]

Yeah? A little genius, aren't you?

[ Those pointy dog ears he'd grown in the past month still haven't faded, and one gives a flick in thought as Gen takes a lazy drag at his cigarette. The stare he fixes on her is confrontational and sharp, and he holds it in silence for just a little too long, just enough to make her uncomfortable before he continues. ]

So s'better that we all just starve to death together, then? Or are you one of the lucky few that can just live off of sunshine and air.