Cath hadn't been any happier when they'd found the manifest himself. The implications were horrible, especially if the records of the passengers existing had been erased elsewhere. He was waiting for people to get back to him before he headed up to security to deal with that mess.
He wasn't surprised to find Sean sitting there looking grim as anyone could get. He felt about the same way. He walked over to where the FBI agent was sitting, his own cup of coffee (although his was laced with a liberal dose of whiskey) in his hand.
"Saint Jude Thaddeus, hope of the hopeless, pray for us," he intoned, crossing himself with his free hand. It was really all they could do anymore. Band together and pray.