Shamus turned his head to the right with a grin, refusing to die after all that had happened that day as he noted that the woman nearby looked strangely familiar. "So Cecil, you have a grasp on my heart, what a fucking tragedy." Shamus said as he spat at Cecil with a chuckle, knowing that there was a reasonable chance that he would die. "If you expect me to fear death or something, you'd be mistaken, but what's the woman got to do with this?"