Oliver was almost tempted to tell him to say please, and he knew that would probably be a good step toward riling him up, but he refrained. Instead he moved into position to provide Owen backup, looming like a beige henge between the cell and the exit in case Simms was dumb enough to make a move for it. He had the night stick, the cuffs, and knew he could go for them quick if he had to after more than a little time practicing over the past few days that he would never admit to. It wasn't for this particular moment anyway.