Circe had different ring tones for her phone depending on who called her. So she knew it was Cole texting her, so she decided to check. Whatever joy may have come from that knowledge died on seeing the message. Circe even unbottoned her coat as narrowed eyes glared at Fawkes off where he was by himself. Circe needed to backtrack on what she'd taunted Titania with and did so quick. Her voice was hard, "On second thought Titania, safest ta avoid bein' alone with him right now," nor did her glare ever stray from Fawkes.
Amusement was gone from the Fairest, she was ready for a psycho to cut loose at any moment. Her glare then turned towards Richard Price. Who seemed to be getting a call of his own. Circe didn't care, "Are ya aware of this problem Richard? How bad is this gonna be?"
Because if Richard had ordered Fawkes to snuff out Cole, Circe wouldn't hesitate to air the issue and draw her gun. If he didn't, Circe still had no problem with telling the others what the problem was.