"Coulda shot you in the cell too. You think the locale would matter all that much?" Oliver shrugged, that casual smile still evident in his voice despite the fact that his demeanor had changed the instant Simms had past him. He was wary and watchful now. He made sure the cell door stayed open as they departed. "Least you can mop a cell floor. Can't imagine it's easy gettin' gore off of fake grass. Don't think the locals would appreciate this whole place stinkin' like road kill."