His skin already felt bruised, and Owen kept his face averted from the spray. He grit his teeth, feeling only a moment of reprieve when Simms sprayed Marco instead. Owen nearly turned to try and yank the fire hose away from Simms, but then the water was redirected at him, and Owen looked away again, clenching his eyes shut. Owen didn't answer Simms. Didn't raise his middle finger the way he wanted to. He stayed where he was, trying to keep his body still, though the water pressure pushed him inch by inch across the room.
Everything hurt, and would hurt a hell of a lot worse later. Hell, maybe the door out of here was unlocked and Chase was rolling his way to freedom. Owen nearly laughed out loud at the mental image, but he was having a difficult time finding humor in anything at the moment.