"Don't think they'd be doing much business if they were filming inside the private rooms," Owen reasons, though he knows that the main area's another matter entirely. Truth is, he's not too worried about all that, mostly because he knows that Tosh should be able to wipe out whatever footage they've got of the two of them in the system. At least, if they're not completely backwards and use tape or something.

With a city like Darrow, fuck knows.

Owen starts to pull on his shirt, but decides against it, putting on his jacket instead and zipping it shut. He wads his shirt into a ball and stuffs it into one of the pockets.

"Back door." he says, and hopefully it's not rigged to a fire alarm.