Owen was hard not to trust. Maybe it was his dashing good looks- or maybe it was the fact that he was a doctor. Then again, not many people fancied doctors, did they? He sure as hell hadn't as a kid. The few doctors he'd had the displeasure of getting checked up on were total wankers in his day. But, as though breaking up his revelatioins early, Owen looked up as Remus peeked through the door. He held up his kit and nodded. "That would be me, yeah. A bit paranoid, are we?" He asked, lifting an eyebrow.

With good reason, he would wager. The company you could get around this place wasn't exactly normal. Albeit the people, or that fucked up group of help that was supposedly the welcoming committee. Or lack thereof.