After a rousing game of self-blame with herself, Katherine Pryde was prepared to come back down to solid ground and deal with the situation head-on. In a grand council. With a king. And a panel of her 'peers'. Was she just a tiny gear in the big machine that was the smooth-running of Asgard? Absolutely. Did she feel directly involved and guilty because she primarily worked as a teacher at the school? Triple absolutely. As she walked in, mid-gathering (phew, she wasn't late or early), Shadowcat took note of those already present: Forge, Frankie, Loki, Baldr, Heimdall, Nate... Oh, there came Jimmy and Troy, she was in their way. Sit down, Kitty. After she sat, she cleared her throat and tried to wipe the utter despair from her face before the royals (and stragglers) entered.
Outside the door: "We're going to go in with cool heads," Zap explained to the two kings who stood in a triangle formation with her. There was a whirlwind of personalities and backgrounds and opinions on the council (which was the entire reason for having a council), and emotions were running high. Having two imposing figures with tempers barge in would probably not help matters. So. "If someone says something idiotic," possibly Jimmy, "be calm," this was directed at Nate. Thor had training, he had years of preparation for his position and diplomacy. Nathaniel Zale was a frustrated new ruler, much, much younger, and under an extra dash of stress with his own family situation. She drew in a deep breath like she did with the children and let it out slowly as an example, but neither man repeated her action and she smirked. "Ok, go ahead." She stepped out of the way and let the men enter first, and she heard the shuffle of chairs as people stood to welcome the Allfather into the room. The queen came around the corner and stood at her seat beside Thor. The door reopened and Jimmy and Troy entered, solemnly and with no apology, then took their positions by their usual seats.