[ Gen, predictably, does not respond well to what he perceives to be a patronizing attempt to placate him. Before Liem can so much as protest, he winds his fingers into the front of Liem's shirtfront and yanks the other man forth until he's forced to stand taller lest he be pulled straight off his feet. ]

I don't need a fucking minute. I need information. [ But as Gen forges on in a breathlessly irate rush, Liem might sense the faint edge of anxiety in his words. ] You think we're gonna get let off the hook for having put in effort just so long as we explain that we tried? You're not helping me with shit, at this rate.

[ Because, in the end, he's following orders here. Obeying out of fear of repercussion. As much as some part of him does believe in the Regent's final goal, that and actually wanting to hunt down and lead regular civilians to the gallows aren't completely the same.

There's a tense pause as Gen glares into Liem's face for a moment longer before relinquishing his grip and shoving the other man back a pace. There's no pause between him spitting out the stub of his cigarette to stomp it out and retrieving a fresh one from his pocket to light up. ]

... what did you get.

[ And finally, he gives Liem a chance to explain himself. He better have something good. ]