"Oh man, if I wanted to be Tom Hanks in Castaway I should have stopped eating weeks ago." It kind of felt like being on vacation, which he supposed, they sort of were. A twisted, dysfunctional vacation funded by twisted, dysfunctional assholes. He didn't want to enjoy himself there, but... so far, he was failing. But that was mostly because he was spending time with Cecilia. He couldn't scowl and lock himself in a room, because now he had to share one.
Owen eyed her with some wariness. "Have you cut hair before? It's a bit more involved than, you know, nursing stuff." He was sure she was more than capable, but what fun would it be if he didn't give her a hard time about it first?