He hears Tosh's quiet joke, but doesn't comment on it, a quiet huff of amusement escaping from him as his eyes look over the menu. At least it's not too expensive. It's not like it was in Cardiff, here, having a decent amount of money from Torchwood and no time to really spend it. Whenever Owen had wanted to take a night on the town, price hadn't been much of an issue. These days he's actually got to worry about the sodding rent.

"No, we're here now, we might as well stay," Owen says, "besides, I don't know anywhere else, and I'm starving."

No sooner has he finished his sentence than a waitress finally makes her way to their table, and Owen's eyes linger for a moment on her skimpy outfit before ordering. "Vodka tonic, and… a cider, right?" he asks, looking to Tosh.