All around me, people bleed, speak to me your song of greed...

[torchwoodsheart]

It has occurred to Gwen that she should have told Owen not to wander off and do something stupid. Then, it's also occurred to her that he probably wouldn't have listened if she had told him that, so she's trying not to blame herself for that oversight

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[der_weevilkonig]

Owen has been fighting with painkillers for... a bit, now. Though he seems to have a lot less damage than he remembers taking - the clavicle's connected to the manubrium, the manubrium's connected to the first thoracic ribs, and this was not true last night - which means that someone may be receiving some grovelling Harper gratitude sooner or later.

Owen likes his ribs. He likes them connected to where they're supposed to be, thank you very much.

He's scribbling something in his journal under a private lock when Gwen comes in, and he blinks blearily at her. Drugged, yes; too drugged? That's debatable.

"Gwen," he says, before turning his attention right back to the journal. "Come for the bombs?"

Or... information about the bombs. Basically the same thing.

[torchwoodsheart]

She lets out a breath and walks over to stand beside him. "Hoping you could tell me something more than... what we have." Which isn't much. A note, some literally bloody equations... She'll hold off on asking what the hell he was doing out of the Tower, for the moment.

[der_weevilkonig]

Owen exhales, hissing it out through his teeth because anything that reminds him he has a nose, at this point, hurts. "Five bombs, all chemical, Thane says he'll get us the coordinates sometime today. Apparently two of them go off if we try to disassemble them and two of them go off if we don't and hell if I know anything about the fifth, but they're neurotoxins and that sort.Made so you have to identify the chemicals and know how they react or you won't know what's what, and apparently they use some secret chemical or some shit so we won't know what's going on. Need a fancy scanner."

He's still writing in his journal, staring at what he's already written. It helps. He can't think clearly.

"Whatelsewhatelse... said it was something he played in Evil Agent academy. Don't know why I thought that was important - bloody drugs, Juliet couldn't have thought to - never mind. Not all terrestrial chemicals, something about a sonic probe - should be able to identify some of them with a sonic probe. Those-" He swallows. "The formulas

[torchwoodsheart]

Gwen clenches her jaw a little, closing her eyes for just a second, and nods. Give up. Yes, that's an option. Still, at least Owen's not commenting on the pretty bit. "Sam got the note. And no, I don't know."

She sighs and rubs a hand over her face, trying to think. It's been a long... month, and this just keeps getting harder and harder... "Was there anything else? Anything at all? I know it's hard, but I'd really rather not watch the city explode tonight." She remembers this. She remembers bombs going off in Cardiff, and how it felt like the end of the world... It's not happening here. She's not letting it happen here.