Cath was glad Mae had censured herself. They didn't need to be affronting the Almighty or Father Peter, considering the imposition they were making as it was.
He stopped pacing, crossing himself out of habit and praying for strength. Ronnie's question was met with head shake. "No," he assured him. "It's personal. Just have a seat."
Sean entered next and Cath feel silent again as the FBI agent honored the holy place. It almost felt like cheating, using the chapel, but Father Peter had offered and the man had a cooler head than all of them combined. Which was likely the only way this wasn't going to end badly.
"I'll say," he agreed, letting Sean and Ronnie settle in before just getting right to it.
"There's no easy way to go about this," he admitted. "Mae and I, we're on the lam. We quit the Real Irish Republican Army a few months ago. We came to America and on this ship to start over."
There, that hadn't been as hard as he thought it would be. Now, it was time to face the storm.