This time, she's got a forkful of loco moco in her mouth when Steve starts ticking things off, and her eyebrows keep ratcheting up as she chews, listening to the list, swallowing too soon and feeling the bite go down in a painful, solid lump that pushes all the way into her stomach. "Oh my God."

So Wo Fat and Delano are working together, and this whole week, the last few days, everything from murdering the Police Chief and blowing up HPD can be traced back to the two of them?

She wishes Doris had managed to shoot Wo Fat when she had the chance. She wishes she had.

Fork going back to rest in her food, ignored for the moment. "Is Malia -- ?"

Malia. Chine's wife. Who Cath hasn't met, but had seen Chin smiling and cheerful, sweetly infatuated with her at the fundraiser last year, the last time she'd seen them all. He'd been happy, with that comfortable, certain happiness of a man entirely in love and at peace with it, despite being teased about Valentine's Day and the things he hadn't done for his ... was she his wife, or fiancee, then?

And Kono. Tried to drown her?

At least Delano's out of the picture, from the few details she got after Steve got to the safe house. Still, Wo Fat is arguably worse, and now still at large, with all this tacked onto the list of atrocities already committed. Too many of them against Steve and his family and his team.