Owen nodded, because that made sense to him, even if the whole 'pigs are filthy' thing didn't. He would just cover his ears and sing if anyone tried to turn him off of bacon. It wasn't going to happen. But, he would remember that in the future the next time he made Cecilia any food. "I don't mind going alone," Owen told her. "Or I'll see if someone I can tolerate will go with me." He smiled faintly. Too many people were in bad shape to really sustain the drive, but he didn't mind going by himself. He would probably prefer the silence, in all honesty.
He frowned as she continued, a red flag going off in his head. He was quiet for a moment as he thought about what she had said. Finally Owen looked at her with a raised brow, his voice quiet. "Would it be unfair of me to ask you if you think Marco took them?" He couldn't, with confidence, say that no one else in the house would swipe drugs, because there were a lot of people he didn't know terribly well, and several newer people. But there was only one person in the house with a track record, who had been off his meds for several days.