Cath gave Mae a look but that was it. He was feeling a bit impatient as well. He nodded to Leto and her father as they entered, unable resist giving the Levon a bit of a grin. "Hello," he greeted. He nodded at Jerome's observation. "She is. Mae this is Leto, Jerome and Levon Wood. This is my wife, Maeve."
He could only imagine what they were thinking. But he'd already told Jerome she was nineteen. Which he supposed didn't seem terribly young until you were face to face with it. "We need all the level heads we can get in this," he told Jerome. "I'm sure Leto told you how the last 'meeting' went." He nodded towards a small stack of children's books he'd set aside for Levon. "Hope there's something in there he likes."
Cath took another drink of his whiskey laced coffee. His attention went to the FBI agent as he entered. It was only a matter of time before he figured out there was more to him and Mae than what they appeared. And, of course, there was good cause not to mention it.
That said, he'd put off all pretense of hiding what scars he had. Besides the two bruises Mae had given him that day, the scars and tattoos on his arms were visible with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. It was too bloody hot and he was beyond caring who saw them.
"Well, the alternative is to go mad being useless," he pointed out wryly. "Sean Flynn," he nodded to Mae. "This is my wife, Maeve." There, now that everyone was acquainted. "I check with Ronnie and he has no manifest. I can check with the girl in charge of the systems later."