Owen had been hanging around downstairs for a while, just waiting. He let Oliver take care of things for the most part, but he wanted to be nearby in case things went to shit... which they inevitably would. And did. He wasn't surprised in the least when Chase went running outside, followed by Kiley, despite Marco's best efforts to hang onto her shirt. Marco didn't seem keen to go with them, so Owen moved past him, reaching out to briefly grip his shoulder as not to knock him out of the way.
He knew better than to tell anyone to calm down, but he walked immediately to Oliver, his gaze was locked on the thing in the near distance. "The fuck is that."