Owen could really care less about Simms frustration. He didn't trust the guy enough to let him go and it wasn't as if Simms was trying to redeem himself. Not that being an asshole was a crime, but still. They would have to do something with him eventually. "Yeah, sounds like you're going to be the big winner at the end of this thing," Owen said, aware that he was currently 'out of character'.
His smile lacked warmth. "I'm a Sheriff, not a chef. I'll see if I can scrounge up some coffee and toast. If you want eggs, you might want to see if your wife," he nodded to the ring, "will bring you some hot meals while you're in here."