Genesis: *nods in agreement. He then moves to slip out of the house as well. Shaking his head, he leans against the wall to the side of the door then takes out his book* The vipers may quarrel all they want.
Hollander: *jumps back as the files smash against him. He then frowns at Hojo* I’m certain a man of your influence would strike anything unbecoming off the record. However, I’ve heard rumors of your perfect specimen not even noticing breeding materials. You will not be able to make the product the President wants with that. *he grins* A pity.