Whatever they were discussing before he interrupted them needles at his brain, but right now Owen feels like his whole head is so full that it can't hold anything else in it without bursting like a balloon. Owen passes Gwen just to stop in front of the door for a moment, glancing inside, before he turns around to face the doctor again. The look on his face can't possibly be as dark as he feels.

"They used MORO-709," he tells her straight off. "Seems like she'd get dosed with 22 ccs daily to keep her passive. Then they just followed through on their original breeding program. Apparently Hoskins kept samples from each of the boys. Just in case."

Owen clenches his jaw again, needing a minute to force the words up from his throat so he doesn't put a fist through the wall when he tries to say it.

"You were right, Gwen -- about the rest."