Cath was a soldier and a tactician. There was no hiding that anymore. He was beyond trying anyway. Time to move on to their modified cover story and hope it held a bit longer.
"I'll get with Ronnie and the girl Res, work out the watch mess," he volunteered. "You and Leto will have your hands full with getting everyone organized. As well as convincing them to be sensible and realize we've got to band together and not be foolish and stubborn about things." He didn't envy them that task.
He looked at Leto, nodding. "I don't want anyone who's never used either a taser nor a gun handling one. She's right about the pepper spray. It's not to be trifled with either. I can teach anyone who wants a quick lesson or two in self-defence. I've done it before. Anything to stop them from grabbing what weapon they can and accidentally hurting someone."
What a bloody mess indeed.
Mae made a good point, but the answer was obvious to Cathair. "They've either disappeared or haven't stepped forward yet," he suggested. "Maybe someone will at the meeting later." They could hope anyway. That was Sean's area, not his.
Oh fuck it, Mae needed a gun. He knew she could handle one and he needed her having his back. "I was in the army," he admitted, as if it was painful to say so. In a way, it was the truth. "We lived in a horrible part of Belfast. I taught Maeve to fight and shoot a gun for her own defence. She can handle one and herself, and I want her near me." They could argue if they wanted. "We can pull watch duty."