Marco only spared Owen a quick glance before he pulled his knees up. "You're gonna have to save Juno, because you're gonna have to kill me because They're projecting thoughts into my head. Bed. Dead," he informed him, then rolled out of bed and took a seat on the floor by the bars again.
Edwin nodded, glancing towards his phone as he took a seat on the bed, next to Oliver. "Yeah, that sounds about right," he started to say, but was cut off by the voice from the booth across the way. He leaned over so he could talk to both Oliver and Owen (and Marco, to a lesser extent) but it didn't seem like there was much to cover. "Seems like they put the heat on," he added, the pointless comment making him feel just a little useless.