The more he listens to this, the deeper his frown becomes, and it's not just because of his reluctance to involve Gwen's mother in hybrid raptor complications. Gwen is starting to buckle under all this strain, and that is not an easy thing; the woman is practically unstoppable when she has a job to do.

Even a hot second after she tilts the slightest bit, Owen catches her by the arm with that concern clear on his face.

"Gwen. Hey." He makes sure that her eyes are focused on him, "What part of that can I do? Let me handle Omega, let me get you that coffee, and if I need to start aggressively hitting the delete button or something, I can do that too. You need to take a break now. Better than coffee, you need to get some sleep."