[Genya turns in an instant. It's hard to call his eyes fiery, considering the state of them. But they are certainly bloodshot, and where there would be eyebrows is pulled down into a terrible glower. He recognizes the flame of the young man's hair, knows that this might be where Master Himejima would caution things like "politeness" and "respect."

Laughable. Besides, this clearly isn't the departed Hashira. He'd heard, somewhere through the grapevine, of a sibling, but...]

What the hell do you want? [He spits towards the ground at Senjuro's feet.] Unless you're going to tell me what's going on around here, you better get out of my way and stay out of it. There's a demon nearby, and I don't need to be protecting some dumb kid while I try to take it out.