"I don't want to hurt anyone," Owen said, looking Simms square in the face. "I don't want to shoot anyone either. Or beat anyone to death. I think you're a worthless piece of shit, but I think you know that already. If something's going to happen to you, it's not going to be because of me. They want you to have a trial tomorrow for what you did to Juno, but they told us to let you go until then. Which is what I'm going to do as long as you don't break anymore laws here, got it?"
He ignored Oliver, because he knew that was going to a problem later, even if his plan succeeded. At this point, Owen didn't care. He wanted to get Simms back in the cell, and he wanted to get through tomorrow. Hell, he wanted to get back to Zenith so he could be finished with this. He was following his gut, but this would be the last time. He had no intention of being in charge of security again when they returned to Zenith. He was going to wash his hands and be done with it. Once Simms walked away, which Owen assumed he would, he'd ask Oliver to trust him. If he didn't, then they'd deal with it later.