As far as Cath was concerned, this was a war. And there was a good possibly none of them would make it home. Which just made the situation more dire. He clapped the lad on the shoulder again. He was taking it well, at least. His father would be proud of that, he'd wager.
"Likely," he agreed with Sean's assessment. "Same reasoning as the girl had. She's not given up the location of the ones she took yet." It would be fairly simple to track her down and likely get to her cache of stolen weapons, but really, that would just blow his cover and put people at odds more. They didn't need that.
"I'd like to see the report when you've finished it," he said to Sean. Someday, his cover was going to get utterly blown. Likely soon. He nodded at going over the schematics and gathering everyone together. "As soon as we've tossed the last fourteen rooms for weapons and such," he agreed. "I'll have a look. Any idea of how many people are left?" Knowing how many people needed to be housed would make that loads easier.