Jamie jumped and turned in the grass so he was practically laying on his back, staring up at the Irish guy who'd snuck up on him. His eyes were a little wide behind his glasses and his eyebrows were rather high up near his hairline. "I suppose ye're right," he conceded with a suspicious tone to his voice, "So what does that make you? Y'seem like a random Irishman but if things are rarely what they seem then maybe ye're really the guy what attacked me, aye?" What? Irish had opened up the topic.