[Fortunately for Genesis' innards, he's wearing the SOLDIER uniform, which includes a nice, heavy belt to protect his vitals. Still, the presence of weaponry is...oddly reassuring. At least not everyone is prepared to just wander heedlessly into danger here.

He stands slowly and smoothly, ignoring the ache with long practice, and takes a graceful step away as he brushes dust from his long jacket before running one hand through his hair to neaten it. Genesis' wing flicks aside as well, first folding against his back and then somehow simply seeming to vanish back into his shoulder.

The glowing eyes, however, don't change.]

I suppose that I should apparently offer some form of apology for laying hands upon you to keep you uninjured, then?