Thomas didn't look even the slightest bit intimidated by the mountain of a man. His eyes weren't filled with anger, they weren't filled with fear, but something was definitely there. The thing that showed in his eyes was determination. Just by those it was obvious that he was not afraid, not of him, not of the creatures outside, not of anything. Thomas' hand's did not shake, despite all the adrenaline in his system. His hands were steady, dead steady. Thomas didn't have to say anything to Shamus, it was obvious just by looking at him that the man could not bully or threaten him into making him back down. Thomas looked at Shamus, then said, "Fine," he said calmly, "Pick up your weapon and take me to the reason you came here for help. If I even think you are going to try something against me or any civilian I am anywhere near, then the bullets I put into your head will definitely count for something. Have I made myself inescapably clear?"