Simms raised an eyebrow and looked from Owen to Cecilia, then folded his arms over his chest. "From experience?" he asked Owen. "Well, you did say you were a fire fighter." He smirked, but turned to Cecilia. "That was actually pretty impressive. Wouldn't have expected to be pinned by someone like you. It doesn't happen often. I'd like to keep it that way."
He remained expressionless as Owen went through his explanation, and he mentally checked off the things that he had already been told. He remained silent, jaw set, even once he had finished, as he tried to figure out what questions to ask. "This is all pretty overwhelming," he said, his voice low. "So they give you this big fancy mansion, and basically let you do whatever you want, but you can't leave. And they fuck with you. How does that work?"