Owen cocked a brow, although it made sense. And she wouldn't be left alone with Simms, even though he knew she could handle it. Owen didn't plan on taking his eyes off of the guy until his trial, whether he was knocked out or not. "That's fine," he said before turning away to head down the hall to Simms's cell.
Stopping outside of the cell, Owen had the vague wish that they were back in Zenith and he was in his room, alone, without having to deal with any of this bullshit.
"You want a break?" Owen asked Simms through the bars. "Fresh air?"