[ Silco isn't doing himself any favors here, lurking outside of Ryad, smoking a cigar, and then, when he tipped his head to greet the interloper, calling him out, there's the eye. In the low light of The Below, Silco stands out, not just for his dress, or the way people got out of his way, but in the dimness, one of his eyes glowed like the ember at the end of his cigar.

His lips curled, and he looked Gen up and down. ]

One of my many ventures.

[ He said, and turned slightly toward him. Gen will notice a very familiar golden pin on his own lapel, something Silco kept on him at all times. ] Ryad is an excellent...testing ground, you know.

[ As if to punctuate it, there's the echo of a howl, and several slams against a wall...somewhere within there. ]

I did not expect to see you making time in there -- [ Eyes flicked toward Gen's own pin, with an -- ] Ah, just business?