Cath pretty much thought of them all as civilians except for Leto and the designated security folks. Jerome was another exception to a point. Father Peter was in a class all of his own, being one of the vital members of this motley crew they couldn't afford to lose.
He nodded to Emily and then Noah as they each entered. Noah's sympathy was well meaning, but painful. He didn't want bloody sympathy, he wanted his wife back. Which wasn't rational, but anyone expecting him to be utterly rational would be a bit much.
"Of course, Father," he said, stepping towards the library office. "Excuse us." That was for the room in general. They had their orders, they didn't need him hovering over them.
He let the priest into his office and shut the door. He had reordered it quite a bit before the ship had began resetting everything, but now it was as neat as it was before everything had been shaken up. Cath settled against his desk, folding his arms over his chest. He was hoping, silently praying, this was about Mae, even if she'd sent the priest to tell him she never wanted to see him again. He just wanted her alive and safe.