"...laugh a bloody minute," Owen mutters under his breath, catching the way Faye almost laughs at him. Next time, she can be the bait, if it's so funny.

He's managed to only end up with one arm tied up, stretched up and over his head. His shirt and jacket are both somewhere across the room, but he'd managed to move the earring to the pocket of his trousers before they'd gotten too far into it. He may be a bit rusty at all this, but he's smart enough to know that both hands bound means he won't be able to call in the calvary.

Next time, he's definitely going to have a weapon on him, because this is just a sad state of events from his end of things.

The redhead though, she's even less pleased about the situation than Owen happens to be as she turns to face Faye.

"And just what the hell is this supposed to be?" she asks, though she doesn't make a move just yet, doesn't raise her voice. Owen wonders for a moment if she's just playing with them and they've underestimated things.