"Yeah, it was... Really bad. I don't like to remember it." He stopped outside the door, opening it for her. "Here we go, then..."
She kissed his cheek before stepping inside. "Here we go." They stepped in, and Owen was waiting for them. (Do you want to play as Owen, or should I? He's just going to tell them that since people are concerned for their safety, they aren't going to have a meeting for a while, right?)
"Yeah, I think that's how to situation would go. Could you play him?) Francis sat down, his hands folding as did so. He didn't say anything, just waited.
(Sure can!) Owen's mouth was set in a firm line, and he sighed, idly straightening a pencil that was threatening to roll off the table. "Miss Abernathy. Mr. Craw. First of all, we'd just like to apologize for your capture. We were almost positive that the mission was going to be a success, and it was a shock to us all that it turned out differently."
"A shock?" he asked, his voice probably a bit too calm. "I see. Do you have any idea why they captured us exactly?"
Poppy squeezed his leg under the table, recognizing his dangerous tone of voice. Owen hesitated. "It appears there were studying your survival impulses," he said eventually. "How you reacted when you were in danger or how you reacted when others were in danger. How exactly you two have managed to survive as long as you have." He scratched his chin. "Miss Burgendy seemed consumed with the idea of 'luck' as well. Where did it come from, and if it was a thing someone could harnesss."
"That's ridiculous," Francis said, shaking his head. "Did anything useful come out of that situation?"
"Well, we found that you have very different reactions to danger. When you feel that someone else in danger, your productivity increases exponentially. Miss Abernathy, however seems to panic, and her productivity decreases."
"Well," Owen said thoughtfully, steeling his fingers, "we have decided to take some time to figure out your security system. We thought that the overseers should be enough, but evidently it wasn't. This means that your won't be negotiating for a while."
"I didn't know I was supposed to share my personal business with you," he remarked, his eyebrow raised. (There's page 1 Francis!)
(I love him) Owen frowned and Poppy squeezed his hand, turning to glance at him. "If you are going anywhere," Owen said, "then you have to let us know."
Francis crossed his legs, his expression turning authoritative. "Visiting my family should not be of your concern, and from my own experience, you've done a lousy job at protecting us, which likely won't change any time soon."
"Your job," Owen said sternly, "which also doubles as your living arrangement, has a right to know where you go on our time." There was a warning in his voice, and he raised an eyebrow, challenging him.
