Seamus was the new kid on the block.  But that didn’t deter him yet.  Isaac LaBelle already made his first impression to the Irish lad.  Either a traitor or an untalented hack (for being caught) that deserved to have his kneecaps blown out.  Execution would be too merciful.  He spoke out regarding Mr. Labelle in a pithy manner.

"Back in my home, traitors have their kneecaps blown out.  But what am I to say?  I'm just an Irishman." If only he brought some Guinness with him.  He'd be offering a few drinks to socialize with his compatriots.  But he'd be pushing his luck, as he realized that not everyone shares the same tastes as he does when it comes to alcohol.  While he was neither a drunkard nor a glutton, he did like to socialize over a pint.  But that's for another time.  He was about to sit down and chat up with nearby people...

Until he was suddenly shocked when the queen acknowledged him. “Begorrah!  It would be an honor to team up with you, your highness.  However, I do hope it would not be too troublesome.” The tone of his voice indicated a sober sense.  Seamus hoped that an alliance with Paragon-origin royalty didn’t conflict directly with his mission.  His facial expressions did express some skepticism as he overheard Encarnacion’s speech as he was listening to the brief.

This was a critical point.  As the son of Mr. O’Sullivan, he had big shoes to fill in.  Inheriting an agent status was no small amount of luck.  His perception allowed him to pick up cues from the body language.  It was time to play the cards right.  After this, Guinness time.  After some first impressions, he hoped that Her royal highness was one to hold her liquor.

After the acknowledgement, he resumed to waiting for the next assignment, asking nearly pilots a question.  "So what's your story?" The Irishman spoke with a informal yet welcoming tone.  It was too early to hold grudges.  For now that is.  But if anyone mocks his father's death, that'll bring out the fighting Irish in Seamus.