Jack relaxed slightly at the idea that Juno had a safer place to stay for the night, and wished like hell he could have offered up his own first. He wasn't sure how Daphne would take it, particularly considering how devoted to her in character status she was, but he decided he could have figured something out. He scoffed a little at the idea of Owen shadowing Simms, trying to relay how well he thought that plan would go over, only to get distracted by the door ringing again.
Oliver had been having...a day. Nowhere near as bad of one as Juno was having, that much was clear just from looking at her. He glanced around to make sure they were the only ones occupying the diner before continuing toward the group in full police regalia, wondering if somehow They were going to try and make him give it up if Simms did win. Like hell.
"Hey," he called as he neared, squeezing Marco's arm and patting Juno's shoulder, not sure if she would be alright with anything else for the moment. He looked to Cecilia, trying to toss her a nod that would relay that he had an idea of what she'd been dealing with so far that morning, and that he'd handled things a bit. Because hell if Owen hadn't be set in his ways by the time he got to Oliver, who knew how it was for Cecilia. He glanced at the diner window, then looked to Jack. "Anybody back there?" At the shake of Jack's head, he nodded. "Well, got a few updates to the plan compared to the last that some of you might'a heard. But before I say anything you gotta know that nothin' said here gets told to anybody else. Alright?"