As warned, Gen quickly backed away, just barely managed to get sprayed by ink. But his reflexes weren't good enough to get basically painted in by her ink, now backed into a corner. Whelp.

"I can see that!" Gen said, eyes wide and, kind of wondering about - how much ink did she produce? There seemed to be a lot of it now. It kind of seemed rude to ask about something that came out of a person's body, but, again, he was literally boxed in with it. "I guess it's a good thing that you've got ... somewhere to put it all. And throw it all. ... Please don't splash me?"