Lila. Owen cocked a brow. That was interesting. "Will they be consensual?" he shot back. He had no idea if Simms was serious or not, but it didn't matter. The last thing he was worried about was whether or not Simms got laid. Not wanting to dwell too long with Simms and risk slipping into a bad mood, Owen turned away from the cell. "I'll see about that coffee and toast. If I can't find any food to bring you, I'll track down Lila."
He recalled seeing a percolator in the small break room. Hopefully there would be some coffee grounds and Owen could figure out how to use the damn thing. Whether or not there was any food in the break room would remain to be seen.