Owen was hammering loudly on the cell door when Jack came down to the vaults twenty minutes later, accompanied by Ianto who had Owen’s handcuffed body on a leash.
“That’s a good look on you, Owen,” Jack smirked, leaning casually on the wall opposite the cell door. “Weevil suits you!” He looked entirely too smug.
Owen buried his head in his hands and groaned. Surely this day couldn’t get any more humiliating.
“Come on now, don’t be like that,” said Ianto. “Smile for the cameras!”
Owen looked up.
Sure enough, the CCTV camera was aimed right at the cell.