[ ... well, at least that gives him part of an answer.

Gen had opened his mouth to give some sort of snippy response asking why the hell he should care about Liem's parents, but hesitates when Liem floats that question. His brow furrows deep as he closes his mouth. Then he heaves a dramatically exasperated sigh, set to the sound of him rustling through his pockets. ]

... like a story, but with moving pictures instead of text. They're super common where I'm from -- like, nobody wouldn't know about them.

[ i.e. 'You're a fucking weirdo for asking that.'

There's the sound of a soft clicking noise, then Liem might smell the gentle waft of cigarette smoke coming from behind him. ]

And look, I bet you think you're being cute dodging the question, but we're colleagues, aren't we. [ Liem was the one who'd said that word first, so he's sure going to get as much mileage out of it as he can. Gen takes an idle drag of his smoke before continuing. ] It'll be useful if I know what your deal is. Especially if we run into any hostile Pleroma here. So spill.