Owen felt quite lucky that they hadn't actually broken any fingers. He kept looking down at the sink as Mable yelled down the hallway. He didn't want to look her in the eyes as he lied to her. "They were probably just some hustlers looking to get money from young Tennants. They are gone now, are you okay? It didn't look like they got you." His voice was softer than normal, his normal cheer and charm was an empty echo. He turned the faucet off and slid into the main room where Mable was.

Owen went around the room, cleaning up some of the things that fell. He even fixed the blankets on the futon.