Maeve nodded rather sharply at Jerome, trying to not glare daggers at him but it was very difficult. He was just lucky that she didn't shout something about him being an English pig or something like that. Instead, she set her tea down and focused on putting the straw in a juice box for the kid. "For Levon," she said to Leto and set it closer to the motherly one. There were more than just the one in case he finished it off like kids were wont to do.
Finally the FBI agent showed up and she glared at him too. So at least it wasn't just the old man getting the cold treatment. Good cover for it anyhow. "Coffee or tea anyone? Tea's a bit strong," might as well play hostess. She wasn't very good at it but she'd brought the stuff for a reason. It made people comfortable to have something to do with their hands. Especially at meetings like this.
Maeve stood up, careful to straighten out the long shirt. Thank God it was nice and baggy. Not very practical but she felt safer this way. Though she wasn't fetching cups yet. She was looking at the deck plans, mind's eye picking out what appeared to be ventilation. She wasn't sure but it'd be nice to know the pathways.