Gen met her eyes with a slight psychoticness of his own.<br/>He'd always wanted a stalker, but she's a bit to young for his tastes...<br/><br/>His eyes followed her as she moved to sit at the edge of his desk, right in grabbing distance, duly noted.<br/>Gen's body was just started to relax as the last bullet dropped to the floor. Small trails of blood were running from to wounds on his chest which needed tending to...so, he just moved a bit in his chair and pulled his shirt up and over his head.<br/><br/>The wounds looked pretty bad, infected, possibly, from the silver in the bullets.<br/><br/>Gen stared down at the with a slight frown as they tried to close themselves, but were having trouble mending the skin.<br/><br/>"You should probably take on a new hobby...stalking is more of a guy thing." He mumbled, not really paying much attention as his chest started to burn from the stab wounds.