Truthfully, he only seems calmer because he's also exhausted; first from getting ass kicked, and then having a massive panic attack upon waking up in his current predicament. He's just too tired to be overly spooked at the moment; there's only room in his head for sarcasm and grouchiness, which is marred only by the occasional ripple of dread.

Not that he's entirely unaffected by Gen's continued provocation on the subject; he does look a little bit queasier at the speculation on his specific fate, and he can't keep his eyes from flicking away and back at least once. Naturally his preference is 'neither of those things', but he knows that answer will only get him laughed at.

"...I don't know," he says sullenly at the latter question. "Maybe I did." He certainly hadn't imagined himself capable of going off on Kaeya the way he did, but that sure did happen...

He keeps frowning at Gen a moment longer, the tip of his tail resuming its flicking without his realizing it.

"...What about you, then? You seem... Eeeehhhhhh..."