Chase's momentary bit of pleasure was easily doused when Simms appeared. He grunted and frowned as the overkill of tape, idly wondering just how much hair he had left on the back of his head. Resigned, he rolled his eyes the best he could with the one swollen as much as it was, then glared at the man as he waited for his reply to Kiley. She sure as hell better have been getting her clothes back. Though, if she was still rooming with Pam he figured that she wouldn't let Kiley be stuck in the cell naked, and at least they'd been trapped there in layers.