Oliver tugged on the cell door once just to make sure it was secure, not really giving a shit at whatever Simms counter said. His gaze moved to Owen's as he stepped away from the cell and headed for the front of the station. He was heading to the bar too, partially to let Edwin know that the plan had changed, but mostly because he just wanted to be somewhere the fuck else. He waited near the entrance, figuring that if Owen was really going they might as well go together. He was still angry, but it was buried under that strange feeling still, and the relief that Simms was actually still inside for now. Part of him still wanted to call Cecilia over for their back up plan just in case.