[ He's quiet and -- gasp -- almost tactful for once as Gray has her little cry. Gen simply gazes the other way as he continues nursing his cigarette, tossing the stub on the ground when he reaches the filter and stomping out the little ember, before fishing a fresh cigarette out of his pocket to light up. He's just clinked the lighter shut when Gray speaks up again, and Gen looks over with a low grunt. ]

... mn. [ A small shrug as he tucks the lighter away once more. ] I had some business with him. So.

[ A gross oversimplification of what had actually happened, of course. But -- the details don't feel really relevant to her, anyway. None of it's anything she needs to worry herself about. The ember at the tip of his cigarette burns bright as Gen takes a long drag, and he savors the smoke for a moment, willing it to calm his still-bristling nerves before slowly exhaling. ]

Your little buddy there was all I managed to grab.

[ 'I didn't manage to kill Silco,' in other words. He doesn't want to say that to her, not exactly, but for him, the discomforting sense that he hasn't done enough lingers. The only way he can think to lessen it is by confirming Gray, at least, is satisfied with this outcome. ]

He didn't have anything else of yours, did he?