[ 'Planner,' Silco says. And Gen regards it skeptically for a moment before giving a vague hum in answer. Though the noise itself is vague enough, the way Gen has an eyebrow raised in doubt and his posture slouched back make it clear he doesn't hold that much respect for a man who'd hang back safely while telling other people how to fight their fights. It's not even like he can't see the merits of having a plan, but something about the way Silco says it, like he's really so confident that he can pull his weight even while sitting at a safe distance, rubs him the wrong way. ]

So what kinds of plans you got, then?

[ Even the neutral tone of voice he employs can't mitigate the undercurrent of disdain to his words. A challenge. ]

I'm one of those so-called front-liners you'd be bossing around, in theory. You actually got anything in mind, or are you just gonna make things up as you go?