Stu had relayed the tale of Shaw's abrupt ass kicking behind closed doors that day, the two sharing a puzzled laugh over how the end results were very similar to their own attacks, and yet no one seemed to be that bothered. Maybe it was all down to the mask.

He arched a brow at that self own of a comeback, head tilting in surprise as the kid laid into the zombie like he's on the Dodgers or something. Huh. Impressive.

"You seem awfully good with that thing for someone so against violence."