No, Mae was definitely not in their room because she knew that was the first place he would look. So she was hiding in plain sight only that didn't really work when the ship was slowly emptying into nothingness. Fuck they were all so doomed.
So she'd gone out on deck and stood by the railing, peering out at the ocean and tapping her fingernails on the rail in an agitated pattern. Actually it was starting to sound like Morse code for SOS which was in fact the only Morse code she knew. It wasn't like it was exactly useful anymore. Anyone could look up the meanings of the dashes and dots.
When Cathair actually found her and called out her nail, she froze torn between leaping over the rail and plummeting to get him back or throwing him overboard, knowing full well he couldn't swim. Couldn't even doggie paddle. Tsk.
Once he was close enough, she spun on her heel to face him... At the same time she was swinging a fist at his face - backhanded towards his cheek like a fist full of bitch slap. And to the unbruised cheek. <"This whole thing was your fucking idea and now look what's happened,"> she shrieked practically at the top of her lungs in Irish Gaelic, <"Couldn't have gone to somewhere familiar like Scotland. Oh no, it had to be bloody American and this bloody boat!">
Yeah, she wasn't even going to give him a chance here. Although she knew he could block it, she also knew that he wouldn't. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she just hoped she didn't loosen any teeth...