Shamus didn't blink, still waiting a few moments for a few moments to see if the detective was going to make a move, before resheathing his knife. "There are multiple reasons I was calling out, but help wasn't one of them. When we busted through the front door of this school, an aquaintance of mine was severely injured, and he told me to find other survivors. I generally despise the law for reasons you would never understand, and I'd be happy to kill you where you stand in the blink of an eye, but it's his wish that I get others." He explained as he walked forward to pick up his shotgun, clearly unhappy to get help from the detective. "And just to myself clear, whatever you heard about me from your files is just frosting, and you don't know me."