The Warden quietly added two sugars and stirred, sipping at the cup while he listened to Catherine's mini-breakdown. Once his client had calmed down, somewhat, he stood and refilled her coffee, this time adding in some Irish cream for her. "A little Irish cream to take the edge off," he winked and settled back down.<br/><br/>"Sorry about all this. I ran into a spot of trouble with one of my informants and had to be on the move for awhile. They can't attack us here because this place is Accorded Neutral Grounds under the Unseelie Accords. Think of it as something like the Geneva Convention." He added some whiskey to his Earl Gray and took a big swig.<br/><br/>"Unfortunately, the neutral grounds won't keep the hitmen away." He mentioned idly, sighing  at the mess he'd found. "You've got yourself a bloody dangerous mess of a case, Agent. The Irish mob is involved too. My informant set me up and I had to gut him." Gabriel's lip curled with distaste.