Survivors? They were survivors now? Mae scrunched up her nose a little but kept silent. Ridiculous. And when it turned out that Cathair had forgotten to invite the Security Boy, her eyebrows shot up towards her hairline. That was surprising. He never forgot things like that – unless he’d meant to do that while they were... Whoops. She cleared her throat discreetly.
To the important thing – what was the story? Apparently it was the truth and a coldness settled in Maeve’s stomach. It was all and well to have the details for all of this... Although something stuck out in her mind that was kind of confusing her. She mostly muttered it to herself but in a group this close, it was kind of hard to hide words, “A wonder no one spotted the killer... Should’ve been covered in blood if it was a stabbing.” Common sense right there. Well, beyond her having seen a few knifings and performed a few.
She gave Cathair a look that said she’d been about two seconds away from demanding one of the gathered guns but she’d managed to wrangle herself in. Surely they had enough firearms... Only it wouldn’t hurt to gather more. If they could be the most armed all the better to be perfectly honest. She pressed her lips together for a moment then said, “My da had me take lessons for tasers and such. Lived in a bad neighborhood. I can pull watch duty.”