Eames is the corner of the room, watching the people come and go as he tries to get a handle on the surreal situation. His lips quirk up in amusement as Arthur enters and takes almost the exact same route he had an hour earlier. He pushes off the wall and walks towards him. His hand still hovers over his pocket where his poker chip is safely stored.

"Hello Arthur, have you actually developed an imagination or do you suppose alien abduction is real."