If there was one thing Cecilia knew, it was that she didn't want Simms going anywhere near Owen. Owen could handle himself, sure, and hopefully would be prepared for the fire hose, but Cecilia didn't know what other 'toys' Simms had access to.
"You probably couldn't if you wanted to," Cecilia said, going for the old standard of provoking Simms. It felt beyond reckless on her current position, but she still felt it to be worth trying. "You're old and tired and getting fat in that cell. I always suspected part of your anger came from a wonky dick. Or maybe you're a closet case. That'd explain a lot." Cecilia sighed and shrugged as best she could. "Sooner or later, Simms? You're going to screw up. You're going to screw up because it's the only thing that you know how to do. Jesus Christ, you couldn't even figure out how waterboarding works." Cecilia laughed a bitter, mocking laugh. It hurt her throat like hell, but it was worth it. "You're gonna screw up, and someone will be waiting and ready for when you do. God, I hope it's me."