[ For a moment, Eames just takes the time to observe him, and at least with the waitress tutting her tongue at Orange he can get her attention for a lamb gyro, a beer for Orange, a water for himself. Leaning back into his chair, he folds his arms across his chest, waiting until she's left with a frown, the sort of annoyed tension that stiffens her hips when she walks away. ]
That's not necessarily a new trait that she's picked up, though.
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That's not necessarily a new trait that she's picked up, though.