Owen appreciated Cecilia having his back, but the last person he wanted to deal with right now was Pam. He had to bite his tongue for a moment to keep himself from saying something unnecessarily cruel to her. Daphne's tears were also increasingly irritating. Mostly because she always seemed rather cool and collected and now suddenly she's sobbing like she had somehow been victimized while using the bathroom.
"No one said anything about not having Christmas. If you think not having Christmas trees on every floor will somehow ruin Christmas, maybe you ought to rethink what Christmas is supposed to be about," Owen pointed out. Jesus Christ. "Stop being so goddamn dramatic, Pam. But how convenient that our arsonist was in the right spot and just the right time and no one saw them come or go." Something just didn't sit right in his gut, but he couldn't think about it now. They had a mess to clean up. Owen figured one of his Christmas "gifts" from Cecilia would have to be a fire extinguisher. Apparently they would be using them more frequently than he would like. "We need to get this mess cleaned up before it ruins the carpet and they decide to dole out a healthy punishment. If you want this shit to stick around," Owen said, motioning to the ruined tree. "Learn where the goddamn fire extinguishers are and how to use them."