Bertram Eden
Bertie is on-edge even for him, standing automatically in support of Lord Black before remembering his role in this room is more neutral, but unwilling to back down with Peter Foster - who makes him bristle and tense - there in the room as well. Quite unusually for Bertie, neither of the lone werewolves receive the slightest hint of deference, but rather held gazes and a lifted chin as an open challenge for higher rank. Apparently he's gone slightly mad.
The introduction of a winter court sidhe into the mix does a good job of killing the nervous tension and replacing it with vague illness. He hopes this one isn't carrying any ice knives, though he thinks glumly that she probably is.
Bertie would like to know if anyone will be arrested; if the correct persons should be arrested; if he should pursue anyone; what, precisely, he should officially report; and what he should unofficially report to Chief Orwell.