Simms didn't return right away. He let Cecilia wake up just a little more, listening to her from the comfort of the wheelie chair that sat in front of the wall of monitors. It was a treat watching everyone panic while he made up plans, hoping he had time to get to... well, as many people as he could. But a few took priority, and finally, he stood up and returned to the interrogation room, taking a seat close enough to the table that he could prop his feet up on Cecilia's abdomen.
"You comfortable?" he asked, laughing. "Just kidding. I know you're not. Probably got a concussion, right? You'd know better than I would. Hey, speaking of, Owen has medical knowledge, right? I only ask because you're probably going to need it." He wasn't sure that she had the focus to really know what he was saying yet, but he sure liked the idea of her coming out of her fog to his voice, like it happened in movies.