Owen felt like shit when he woke up. He was hot, uncomfortable and disoriented from the gas, or whatever it was, that put him to sleep. But his relief clearly became evident when he saw Cecilia and Neptune. Thank god for that.
Once he was on his feet, Owen unbutton his long sleeved shirt. He had on his white gym tank top beneath it, but he was wishing he'd opted for his gym shorts before bed too. He hadn't been expecting the extreme weather change. While everyone speculated about where they were, Owen ran a hand through his shaggy hair and walked over to the window to look outside. It was gorgeous out. That meant nothing, given their circumstances.
Marco and Pam's scuffle had Owen looking back, and he nearly walked over to to knock Marco a good one for putting his hands on Pam at all, but Oliver beat him too it. Thank god for that, because Owen was not in the mood for that shit.
"Can we not fight right now?" he asked, moving away from the window to the rest of the group. Kiley's observation had Owen automatically looking for a camera. They were easy enough to spot in Zenith. Maybe They had become more adept at hiding them.