[ As Ruby approaches him where he sits, a pointy ear flicks first. Then Gen looks up as Ruby takes a seat across from him -- his expression remaining at his usual, surly scowl even as he takes another long sip of his coffee. Then, finally, after a pointed pause, he lowers his cup and rests a hand on that bag resting on the table. Gently, Ruby might note. At least, gently enough that it's obvious he's taking care not to jostle whatever's contained within. ]

You're going to get these to Set for me. [ Then his gaze dips away from Ruby, fixing on some indistinct point on the table; the thin press of his lips to a grim slash, accompanied by the gentle backwards cant of his canine ears, indicates this is a matter to take seriously. Gen pauses before continuing, his voice lowered but gritted roughly: ] Doesn't need an explanation or anything. He'll understand as soon as he sees what it is.

[ Why isn't he just delivering these objects to Set himself? That's for him to know, and Ruby to wonder about. Gen offers no further explanation on that front, though -- he does keep his hand resting on the sack as his gaze fixes sharply on Ruby once more. ]

I need'em to be moved carefully, though. [ Said as he gives an upwards nod towards her white-knuckled grip at her basket. He's always been more observant that people would assume, after all, and he'd noticed that pretty much immediately. Like hell he's going to risk Ruby taking these jars and then dropping them. ] What's with you.