[ Genji listens and just sort of... stares at him. Sure, it's an explanation but. Does he even want to bother entertaining it?

(Although he would be right... the thought of being away from everything is appealing. There's a flutter of something feeling like 'freedom' in his chest, and a bitter vice of 'of course they're not trying to find me.' A double edged sword indeed.)

So Genji takes the cigarette out of his mouth, blows the smoke in an absolutely not polite fashion and squares up his new 'friend' here again. ]

Okay, I'm just stoned out of my mind in some club right now. I'll go along with it.

[ Ah yes, not approaching anything emotionally at all. Gotta love self destructive coping mechanisms. He puts the cigarette back in his mouth and stuffs his hands in his pockets. ]

So what's your name anyway? Since you apparently know mine and all.