Owen cocked a brow at Oliver before he headed off after Simms. Not in an aggressive manner, but a casual one, as if Owen were taking a stroll. He was sure to give Simms plenty of space. All Owen wanted to do was wait for Simms to head into the street. The guy didn't know which house was his, unless Lila had told him during one of her visits, but he kind of doubted it.
As soon as Simms started to cross the faux street, Owen forced himself into character. That was really the only way this would work. It was so ridiculous, but what about this place wasn't? Hopefully this would work with very little blood shed.
"Excuse me, Mr. Simms," Owen called out, walking with longer strides now toward Simms. "Can I ask, sir, what you think you're doin'?"