Oliver watched Owen cuff Simms carefully, keeping a close eye on the prisoner's body language for any hint that he might try something. It was good that Owen wasn't giving out any information, though what Simms would have even done with it who knew. Maybe nothing. It was far more likely he was blindly hunting for a topic that could get his handlers riled up. Either way, Simms didn't need to know a goddammed think about anything.
When Owen moved so did Oliver, sliding his bulk backwards and out of the cell before turning to hover on the opposite side of Cecilia.