Simms didn't really care what was going to give the mysterious Them satisfaction and what wasn't. If he felt like he needed to fight, he was going to fight. Tiny blonde, Owen, and They weren't going to change his stance on that. That was just how he was. He looked up at the house again, a serious expression set on his face. "This is a load of bullshit," he grumbled, before turning back to Owen. "So, you going to show me this place? I could run around myself, but I think that, uh... little blonde what's-her-face feels safer with you making sure I don't react appropriately to being kidnapped."