[ 'Don't die.' He mouths those words to himself as they're traced out, then immediately gives Dextera a hard glare, lips curling in disdain as he growls, ]

Worry about yourself. The fuck kinda idiot just sits there staring at people.

[ Because it grates at his mangled pride, having this spacey-looking mute dude daring to give him advice. Gen scuffs a hand through his hair to try and vent his frustration, but when he continues in a low mutter, he finds it hard meeting Dextera's eyes. ]

Not like I'm looking to get myself killed. [ He just isn't particularly scared of the prospect at the moment. Ugh. Anyway. ] ... and I don't think they'd be quick to kill me, either. They seem to be trying to keep us alive.