Any other time, Seamus' mind would've been on overload with the way Susan was looking at and speaking to him. It was like she might still love him after all. But for the time being, he was too preoccupied with a banshee attacking him, when normally they did no such thing. They were frightening, yes, but they never actively threatened human beings. Seamus feared them for two reasons: one, because they were horrifying in appearance, and two, because the presence of one meant someone in his family was sure to die. It could be him or someone else and he dreaded both. As he'd told Susan in the lift, he didn't intend on dying 'til he was an old, old man, surrounded by children and grandchildren and loving wife.
"I've never heard of one doing that before. Never getting close like that. I don't...I don't know if she touched me. She might've, because I can't get warm. I blacked out after she started screaming."
His body felt strange. Like the nerves were sending incorrect messages firing across his synapses. Maybe that was the reason he couldn't stop trembling or feeling like he might freeze to death.
"Why would she do that? I don't understand. It makes no sense."