Ronnie actually winced at Sean's tone and then Mae's outburst. He watched for a moment then stood and looked at Sean. He may be slow, but he couldn't see a reason at the moment to get as anxious and pumped up as the other gun toting people in the room. Besides Cath, of course, who was as usual almost unnaturally cool.
"C'mon. Sean, look... ok. Even if they were part of... you know, that, that's... they're... they're on the lam, right? Cath said so. And you know we couldn't have pulled the security team together without their help. Everyone knows I'm not the brains of the operation. We're not in England, we're not in Ireland... but we are in a heap of trouble and on our own."
He swallowed and looked at Mae, biting his lip and then looking at Cath. "Ok. You were in the I- the RIRA," he said needing a moment to get a handle on the specific name. "I used to spend my mornings keeled out my dorm room window puking my brains out. We all have our moments." He suddenly remembered there was a religious leader in the room and cringed. "I guess... what I'm saying... is ok. You're on the lam and probably know a lot more about defense and everything than you've been able to let on with your librarian face on, and I trust you. You're still the same guy, right? And there was never a question that any of us wouldn't take down anybody who went crazy or did some whacked out, impulsive move. If Sean went after an Islamic extremist or if Mae went after Kevin or if I went after... I dunno. Somebody hogging all the food and kicking the blind girl's dog. We all have to monitor eachother, right? Nothing's really changed."
He stopped again and closed his mouth, realizing he'd been babbling, and then stepped forward and offered a small shrug and his hand. He trusted Cath because he trusted his instincts, and even if he didn't, it didn't matter. They needed him.