Owen grinned at the sound of Simms calling out after him. He probably shouldn't take such pleasure in riling the guy up, but he did, on some level. It wasn't very mature, but Simms was an asshole, so he didn't feel terribly guilty about it.
It took a bit, but Owen got the coffee percolating, and found a loaf of bread in the cabinet, along with some sugar, a bag of cookies, some Nasco Orange Marmalade and a few other pantry items. Not a lot, considering it was a tiny break room with not much more than a table, but maybe They knew Simms would need to eat. He had to hand it to TPTB... everything was dated and packaged from the fifties.
Ten minutes later, Owen was carrying a mug of black coffee and two pieces of toast to Simms' cell. "Here, that's all we've got here," Owen said, offering the plate through the slot and the mug through the bars. "According to the map, there's a diner in town. I'll stop by there and get you a burger and fries for lunch. I'll find Lila too, and see if she'd be willing to bring you some snacks, or whatever the hell you want to keep in there. Any requests?"