Gene had thus far managed to avoid much contact with the person running the mission, but he's not surprised she's come over for a talk. He knows he doesn't look like much; it's clear that he has some athletic ability, and he'd mentioned that he had some martial arts training. Only most of his life, really, but who was counting?

"Family heirloom," he replies, resisting the urge to tuck it away again. That'd really look suspicious. "If I believed in luck, I'd call it a good luck charm."