"Cheers," Owen practically spits, wedged into the backseat of the car, in the middle. He's annoyed— beyond it, really— but at least he knows that whenever they're allowed a phone call, he'll be able to get ahold of Tosh to come bail him out. If they do that sort of thing in Darrow. it seems like a normal sort of thing when it comes to rights, but fuck knows how Darrow operates. After this, he'll have to look into it a bit more, just so he's sure how this sort of thing goes.

Not that he's planning on jumping into anymore bar fights or getting arrested again any time soon.

He scowls the whole car ride, oblivious to whether or not Newbie spends it prattling on about whatever it is he normally prattles on about. In fact, it's not until they're being shuffled into a holding cell that Owen says much at all, even as the cop decides he'd rather ignore all of their protests, shutting the door behind them.

"We're supposed to get a phone call!" he shouts at the door, then kicks it in frustration when no one on the other side answers.