Owen's heart was in his throat as the lights flickered, and he hated that he couldn't see much from where their cell was. That didn't mean he wasn't trying, pressed up against the bars to try and get a look.
"What happened," Owen asked loudly, wondering if that thump had been Simms. He was making the assumption that it was, considering Chase was shouting now, and Owen had to guess if Simms was conscious, he'd be making himself known by now. He wasn't panicking, but eager to figure out how to help, even though he knew he probably couldn't. Whatever Chase had done might have given them a small window of opportunity to get the hell out of these cells.