All of Cecilia's good feelings had effectively curled up and died only to be replaced by their extremely annoyed ghosts, but that was more or less to be expected into this place. She kind of wanted to drag Owen and Jack around by the ears and put them in a get-along shirt, and she wasn't used to being annoyed with Owen. It was kind of weird. More than that, the group was making her agree even in the loosest way possible with Officer Friendly, and she had a feeling that was the sort of thing that would make her sick to her very soul even under the best of terms.
With an exasperated huff, Cecilia released his arm. "Behave yourself," she warned, removing her foot. Her stance was still open and defensive, ready to spring if he gave her the slightest reason to do so.