[ Out of the corner of his eye, Arthur notes the frames that Eames stops on, zeroes in on the expressions that he recognizes just as well. It's frustrating that there is little more to go on but this is actually something rather than nothing. If there is anything to be said about what Saya is doing, it's that she doesn't know how obvious she is being or she just doesn't care, both of which are to their advantage as far as intel gathering, none of which is immediately useful because they aren't interrogating Saya now, are they? No.

Even this, hardly interrogation, more a lukewarm inquiry as Arthur nods at what White says (though only after turning his head toward Orange, unsure of the reference, if that's what it is.) ]

Congratulations on your escape.

[ It's not a joke exactly - more an uncritical reply than anything, though the tone is wry as he steps around Orange's chair (the side his leg isn't hanging off of, mind) to turn the laptop slightly toward him, rewinding back through just enough to where Saya herself is leaving. He frowns. ]

But I'm...it could be anything. We'd need to tail her at this point, to know more - what she wants with them, why.

Not sure it's worth it.

[ Though Eames may have to find somewhere new to work.

That's something of a private topic though.

Arthur continues to scowl at the laptop screen. ]