Cecilia bit her tongue and said nothing, because there was nothing really to say. If any of them thought for a second she hadn't fought like hell against the idea, well, they could kiss her ass. None of it made any difference, and she was feeling very much on the defensive as it was. Again, arguing with any of them wasn't the right thing to do, and it probably just would have been severely misplaced. She bristled slightly at the idea that Owen couldn't handle Simms if it came down to it, but even she understood the same argument Juno had made - that no one could feasibly shadow him indefinitely. Cecilia trusted Owen to put everything he had into the job if it came down to that, but there were too many possibilities of what could go wrong. And eventually, everyone had to sleep. He could probably go until tomorrow morning without difficulty, but beyond that?
She kept her silence as Oliver entered, barely looking at him. Whatever she was about to hear, she had a feeling she was going to much rather hear it from Owen. That didn't matter either. She shot Oliver a brief look, as if to say her agreement went without saying.