... I figured it was you.

[ He'd already been fairly certain of who this miserable cloaked figure was even before his demand had been obeyed, but Gen narrows his eye when he gets a proper look at Dextera's face. And while he certainly doesn't look pleased to see this familiar face in Venera ... it's telling that he also simply lets his hand drop from the back of Dextera's hood, instead of immediately lashing out at him.

Alignments be damned, he still can't bring him self to feel too much animosity towards Dextera, not without explicit reason. ]

What the hell're you doing here. Did -- ... [ 'Did anyone else see you here,' he's about to ask before catching himself. Because he wonders if maybe he should tell Dextera to fuck off out of here before getting himself embroiled into any other business. But actually saying it feels hard. Maybe because deep down inside, he knows he should instead be putting ever effort into capturing Dextera -- a vulnerable member of the opposite sect. There's a pause before Gen huffs out a shaky breath, then looks Dextera over. ] ... are you here to help your side out? Or ...

[ 'Or am I allowed to turn a blind eye to you?' ]