[ To his meager credit, Gen does a proper job of hauling Liem back up to solid ground -- maintaining a hard grip on his shirtfront, and making sure he's probably balanced and upright before letting go and backing off a step. He's idly dusting off his hands by the time Liem looks to him, and Gen ... raises an eyebrow. ]

What's with all you people here being so weird and stuffy about thanks.

[ Yeah, he's just gonna go ahead and assume this guy's also involved in some weird fantasy bullshit. Like, he already was, given the guy's weird complexion, but that just further cements the deal for him. ]

But if you wanna owe me one, I'm not gonna stop you.

[ With that point address, he shoves his hands back in his pockets as he looks Liem over in scrutinizing fashion. ]

... think I've seen you around the Citadel. [ And at that party, even if he'd never bothered speaking to him. Probably? To be honest, his memories of the party are pretty hazy at this point, given how much he'd ended up drinking. ] You're on our side, aren't you.