Owen didn't bother commenting on what Simms said about he and Oliver. It was easier and less exasperating not to rise to the bait. Simms was good at riling people up, but Owen was too tired to deal with it. "I'll get you some food," Owen told Simms as he led him to the cell, pausing long enough to unlock the cuffs before he stepped back and gripped the cell door to slide it shut before Simms could change his mind about compliancy. "And because I'm crooked, and probably a dick, I'll even get you a beer from the bar if you want one."