Susan rolled her eyes, and delicately stepped over a smear of what she rather detachedly thought could pass for blood. "Of course he's here," she retorted with a smirk. "Time is an illusion, doubly so when Dean is painting."
"What are we going to do with you Handsome," she asked with mock exasperation by way of greeting, coming up to peer over Dean's other shoulder. "My she is a, uh," she groped around blindly for an inoffensive adjective. "Yeah, let's go with charming."
She patted Dean's shoulder gently and mirrored Seamus' expression. "You totally forgot us, didn't you?"