"Good fucking luck with that, mate," Owen replies, bitter, impatient and well pissed off at this point. It wasn't his fight in the first place, he's not drunk, and as far as he can tell, there should be several other people tossed in with them as well.

Though, he's willing to bet a few of them had to be taken to the hospital instead. As a doctor, he shouldn't be proud of the fact, but he is.

"Oi!" he calls through the bars again, "We've got fucking rights, you know!"

Christ, he misses the days when just saying the name Torchwood could get him out of spots like this.