Edwin strained to see what was going on, leaning against the bars, but crouching, so he wouldn't get in Oliver's way, or vice versa. And even still, he couldn't quite see what was going on, but he had heard enough to have some understanding. Plus, he could catch some of Chase's more frantic movements.
"No, no no, no," came Marco's response, who could see Simms a little clearer from the corner where the bars met the wall, where he had planted himself shortly after Simms had made it clear that he wouldn't be getting his medication at breakfast. "You can't kill him if he has the keys! How the fuck are we supposed to open the doors now?!"
Edwin spoke over the other man's panic. "Chase, do you think you can loop his leg with your jumpsuit?"