Coffee and Cream Who: Maeve, OPEN When: 1 PMish Where: Cyamites, smell that coffee.
Mae was working. She didn't like working. She preferred to stay at home until the evening when the real world opened up to her. Standing behind the counter of Cyamites - Coffee Bar of Doom - and leaning on it, she had just gotten rid of the last person in line. For the moment anyway. Now she could go back to brooding about how she hated this stupid ship, this stupid job, this stupid apron, these stupid people.
Putting her head on the counter, she covered her head with her arms. There were the disappearances - she knew of the first ones at least. The ship going crazy. Instruments not working. Cathair was thinking it. She knew he was. And so was she. Especially after that guy had been flashing a badge around at the meeting - the one she'd been told to stay far away from. They'd been found out. The Americans were coming for them to send them back to Ireland. To prison.
She was hadn't slept. Nothing but nightmares all last night. Home remedies of all sorts had not helped. The protecting arms of her husband had not soothed her. And now... She worked.