Sean moved to sit on the floor by the coffee table. Sitting indian style he took a pad and pen and began writing each suggestion down. He paused to point his pen at the pile of pads and writing instruments, indicating they were there for everyone.
"Kevin and Emily are right, staff would be best as Ronnie wouldn't feel threatened by anyone. That leaves Kevin, Cathair or Father Peter. I'm in total agreement with securing the guns. I don't think anyone who isn't already trained in firearms should handle them. Having some untrained person, already jumpy, sporting a gun is just asking for an accidental death. In my informal role call I had three people inform me of military experience. One is getting struck off the list of possible guards." Sean looked to Leto. It wasn't the kids fault by any means. But just holding a gun might set him off in a flashback. "Emily, if it's agreed to start our own guard group, consider yourself on it. Let's get a list of ideas first, then we can poke holes in them or hear arguments against."
Sean was greatful to God not to be the only one making decisions here. He didn't have the right level of tact to speak with a large group and he knew it. He was more likely to boss people around and sometimes piss people off.