"Sure." Owen didn't mind Oliver taking the lead on the alcohol run. He'd grab some food for Simms and post to the wireless. He hesitated and then grimaced slightly. "You want to take care of Pam's problem? I can go over there myself now that the situation's done with." Lord, he didn't want to have to deal with Pam and her missing robo-baby today, but it would be out of character not to.