Owen chewed a little more slowly. He knew Mellaril treated schizophrenia. He was fairly sure of it, anyway. But Owen didn't question the medication. Instead he finished off his sandwich, thinking he had been right about his first impression of Marco. The guy had been going through withdrawal when they met. Now he was flying high again. And if They had given Marco the drugs... Well, Owen would have to put some more thought into what They were really up to. Sure, the meds could be legit, but Owen didn't think proper dosage created the kind of effect they were having on Marco. Or fuck, maybe they did. Why did he even care?
"I'm not a parasite, but I'm not a paragon either," Owen said simply. "I'll do what they want if it gets me out of here faster, but I sure as hell ain't going to try and be a hero or leader while I'm doing it. You take those meds orally?" Owen rested back against the chair, lifting his hands to clasp them and rest them casually on top of his head.