Ronnie shook the father's hand and sat, looking up and nodding to Cath as he spoke. The Real Irish Republican Army? What was that? He paused, looking at his hands slihtly and trying to discreatly work out the initials, which were what he knew most things by.
"R... I R...A. R-I-R-A," he formed the letters soundlessly, blinking. IRA? Was that it? He'd certainly never heard of a 'Rira' organization. And they were Irish, of course, and on the lam, so be blinked. IRA it was, then, till somebody smacked him upside the head for being stupid.
"But wait," he said aloud, before he could stop himself. He started and looked up, staring at Cath. "The IRA are terr-" he stopped abruptly. Was he really going to accuse Cath, his friend, and one of the leaders of the security team of being a terrorist? Mae... well, he could believe her. But Cath?