He looked you up and down, rolling his eyes ever so slightly

"What do you want?"

He really didn't seem like he had the time to talk to you, or wanted to talk to you in particular, looking outside at the brownish sky in this post-apocalyptic-like world. He really didn't care about much anymore, except inheriting GeneCo, but he did seem happy. He always seem excited about something.

"Say what you need to say quickly, I don't care about what you say either way."

He laughed to himself