Perhaps someone (like Ryusui) would've been able to take all of this in stride, especially given the confession. That sort of shameless flirt would be able to just say, 'but you're not on the menu.'

It rattled around Gen's brain instead, a comment he discarded as he looked at the facts. Senku had adapted to the outfit and the heels and at least had done enough networking or interactions to get a job here, willingly or through coercion. His body language seemed relaxed enough, though, so perhaps it was willing. Hm. When in Rome, perhaps? What other jobs would be available on an island like this, after all?

"What's the last thing you remember?" Gen prompted Senku, instead of answering his question.