At Mae's offer of coffee or tea Sean looked at his can of energy drink. It had maybe one ore gulp in it. However the look the young woman gave him made him wonder of there might be some rodent killer nearby. Ah, he tended to live dangerously. "Sure, I'll have a coffee, thank you."
Huh, he was used to having at least five minutes before royally pissing someone off. This must be a record.
The third time Sean had heard a child's song hummed close to him he had remembered Chelsea hearing a song, and Lisa's sirens, and Molly's auditory hallucinations. That was the only way he managed to ignore the sound of 'Three Blind Mice' being hummed softly somewhere behind him. He'd checked, and knew there was no one there. It was uncomfortable to think he wasn't at his sharpest. He was exhausted, stressed and anxious. All could contribute to hearing things without it becoming one more fucked up thing thrown at them here. The choice of song wasn't encouraging.
Sean nodded to Jerome. "We haven't had much in the way of a choice, sir. I'm just glad there are people willing to come together to try and do something." All present, included.
In all reality, he was a little disjointed that Father Patrick couldn't see the worldly wisdom in what they were doing. Even if it were he job to see to the Heavenly repercussions. Sean recognized it as a selfish desire to have approval from the church. Unfortunately, he'd done things outside the hard line view of the church before, and would again.
"Before this night's over I'm hoping to have a plan in place to protect as many people as we can, and a way to get to the areas the crew have barricaded, especially the helm. We need to know someone's at the wheel and controlling this ship. If they are, well and good, that's their job, I'm not gonna take them over or anything. If they aren't... we need someone who can speed read a piloting manual."
No, it wasn't reassuring. It wasn't meant to be. These were people who had to be able to handle this kind of thing without it being softened for them. Levon was young enough the seriousness of the words should have sailed right over his head.