[There's something familiar about that voice, though it takes Shun until he's already speared through the dummy's head with a wooden naginata and is dangling the flailing upper half from it with a remarkably impassive look before he identifies it.]

They don't take a hint well. [Turning his attention to Keith, Shun looks him up and down rather sharply. Other than lacking the coat he was wearing last time he encountered Keith, Shun looks pretty much the same.] You've got a perfectly good way of tearing it apart right there. Unless you want to try and bring that cat of yours in.

[Though he doubts it would fit through the door.]