[ She does seem to be taking some comfort from it, at least, so he's glad to let the connection linger. Beer forgotten by now, he even reaches with his other hand so he can rest his palm gently against the back of her fingers, practically cradling her hand in both of his own.

The place overall isn't the issue, to him. It's the little things, the details they omit, the parts they don't mention as they see fit, so they can get who they want to come here. Manipulation, pure and simple. Owen's sure that were the whole truth to be told to each and every one of the volunteers, then Zenith would have very few people agreeing to come, if any at all.

At least he feels like less of an idiot when he knows he's not the only one who's been lied to. ]

I'll ask around. See what else other people might've tried to do, and what were the results.

[ Nothing good, he expects. But he'd be stupid not to try and find out more. ]

You mean... the orgy? [ Were this anyone else, and were the mood any different, that might've carried a teasing tone to it. As it is, however, he can tell all too easily that Rogue's incredibly upset, and whatever she's upset about, it must be somehow connected to something that happened recently, so. ]

What happened? To you. Something happened, right? Was it during the orgy? [ Owen grits his teeth behind his pressed lips, but somehow manages to keep a check on his tone. ] What did they do to you?