At least Owen didn't offer Malcolm a cigarette in order to give the habit a shot? He was still getting used to the fact that anyone who stumbled past would be able to see and interact with him without Owen's leave to do so. Completely disorientating and his number one excuse for the shoddy cover-up.

Nervous hands drifted to his lighter instead and began fiddling with the lid as he looked Malcolm over more closely. Of all the reactions he expected, this was not one of them. "No offence meant, mate, but that's some bloody useful incompetence you're flaunting there." There was no reason for Owen to compliment the man who was so openly snubbing his work... even if the expression belied the words. Make no mistake: he was thankful for the reprieve.