"Sure." Owen nodded to that and decided against mentioning that he thought Oliver ought to take over this council thing. After today, he wasn't sure he had the patience to do it, nor did he think he was the right person for it. Cecilia might have put too much faith in him, as evidenced by her reaction that morning.
Cocking a brow, Owen glanced back toward the station. "I really don't know," he said. "I did think Simms came along way too easily, but then again, what else was he going to do? I was thinking earlier that They would tell him about the trial if we didn't. I'm sure They have ways of communicating with him, but at the same time, that's specific to shit that affects him, or everyone as a whole. Maybe he could sense things were tense between us and jumped on it to try and make it a bigger problem."