Celty's vision centered on Shinra, secretly finding a sadistic amusement in his pain-- though this time it seemed to have turned on her. The Irish woman's hands flew up as Shinra's body doubled over and fell forward onto her. Her hand twitched, releasing one of her fingers in surprise. Her cellphone fell out of her trembling hands and to the pavement, clacking on the ground as her breasts suddenly received Shinra's face. Time seemed to stop as her brain tried its hardest to comprehend what had just happened, thinking of what punishment should be doled out. However, once he recoiled back and away from her with such a fevered resolve to apologize, she lost the will to dish out anything, instead sighing hard to herself as smoke continued to collect in and leak out of her helmet from the neck area.

She leaned down and picked up the phone, examining it for damage, once again relieved with her good luck when it came to keeping her phones alive despite abuse. Checking it for damage again, she tested out the typing mechanism and flashed the message to him, obviously a bit annoyed.

"Whatever. Where are we headed?"

She couldn't stop the black wisps from coming out of her headgear, despite herself.