The thanks wasn't necessary and made Owen slightly uncomfortable, which probably showed in the way he shrugged and squinted away. "No problem," he said, simply because he felt like he had to. Owen didn't comment on Marco. He felt like he ought to check up on the guy, but not in that moment. Everything was fresh and fucked up and Owen decided it was best to wait for things to settle.
He looked back at her, brows drawn together curiously before his expression smoothed out. What being hungover had to do with anything, he didn't know. Though now Owen knew why she looked as green around the edges as she did. "Fair enough." He straightened then and slipped his other hand into his jacket pocket. "Sorry about..." Owen nodded toward the trophy, because saying See you later felt shitty.