[ Silco relishes in that question, dragging it out before deigning to answer it and Gen ... waits in silence without so much as a hostile snarl. Which in and of itself says plenty about his current state of mind. So stressed out and anxious his thoughts are a mess, Gen's barely even conscious of that long pause before he hears Silco's words -- his gaze had slid away from the other man to stare into the middle distance, and only snaps back into focus at Silco's words. ]

... sure, whatever.

[ Somewhere at the back of his mind it occurs to him that Silco's wording is a little strange. 'Provide so much in day.' Like he's formulating this stuff on a daily basis? -- whatever. That's not his business, and he's distracted enough that he doesn't want to make it his business.

Gen takes another bite of that food, feeling it grit tastelessly between his teeth as he deadpans, ]

I'll do my job. But I'm keeping an eye out for the Pleroma -- bet getting'em out of the way sooner would be smarter. I'll contact you if I think I could use the boost.

[ He says it so confidently, like he's at ease with the thought of relying on some mystery drug to carry him through such a high-stakes fight; too bad the pale-knuckled, twitchy grip he maintains on his form betrays him. ]