Simms appeared in the doorway with a chair of his own, the wheeled chair from in front of his monitor station, and a roll of duct tape tucked under his arm. He glanced up at Chase, now free and with chair in hand, and was actually surprised, though he didn't look any more afraid of Chase. Hell, he looked amused.
For a moment he gripped the back of his new chair like he might lift it up as well, but he quickly changed his mind and rolled it aside as he just pulled out his police baton. "How about you put that down and take a seat so I don't have to break your ribs," he said dully.