She could hear the conversation from Peter's office and underneath his desk. She had very good hearing, trained to pick up a pin drop... A grenade pin to be specific but that was neither here nor there.
And now Cathair was trying to lure out out from under the desk. Maeve just shifted to be further hidden, pulling her knees up to her chest. No, she was not going to come out. Not until the others were gone (save Peter because this was his chapel and he could do what he damn well pleased in it. She respected that).
She did not switch to Gaelic though. That way everyone else didn't think they were plotting against them like about to bomb the ship or something. "No I will not come out, thank you very much. I'll be much happier right here. In the dark. Away from psychotic men who want to ruin good things. I do believe we've had this conversation, aye?"
Peering around the edge of the desk, she glared out at Cathair, "Perhaps I'll toss my ring at your bleedin' head and become a nun. That'd serve you right." No it wouldn't. Bad logic there but she wasn't one for logic.