[ To Eames - who doesn't need to stare at the laptop anymore so much as talk to these guys - seriously, Arthur still isn't entirely sure about this pow-wow but it seemed the only way to start at anything. Anyway, even Arthur stares briefly at Eames for the follow-up question. How long did it last? He goes back to staring at the tape. Disc. Whatever. He focuses on Saya's expression - rather static, he thinks, not that the quality of the recording is especially high but the facial expression isn't done that much damage.
Without looking at Orange, Arthur interjects, ] Pretty easy to do when she looks like an attractive woman who can pass it off as male counterparts overreacting.
[ He says it blandly, but that's half to keep his own sense of reality under taps. Saying this kind of thing is patently Ridiculous but this is a ridiculous dreamscape. Magic. Monsters. And a number of human-looking sorts who aren't really. Saya once said she didn't really 'get' something...emotions or...being polite and impolite, Arthur doesn't remember as clearly as he'd like, makes a note to find that conversation later. He wonders if it has anything to do with ...well, whatever the hell this all is.
The next thing Orange says, well, Arthur doesn't bat an eyelash though inwardly he finds himself more annoyed than before. Right.
But not sight, fine. Maybe some kind of pheromone though that sounds - off of a human-like person and controlled - a bit improbable.
Just like...everything else here.
It's a vicious cycle, re-remembering each turn of thirty seconds the degree of possibility they have to account for.
That in mind, White's suggestion isn't bad. Arthur just isn't sure they know enough to be sure of anything being the right course of action so much as a course of action. They could lie low. They could pursue her further. They could shove this from their minds and just keep their collective distance.
And Eames can er work somewhere else.
Implied.
He ejects the disc and closes the laptop, slides it back into its carrier. ]
Gotta wonder what she thinks she has to hide in a place like this.
[ The bag - not a purse - gets snapped shut, well the snaps do. ]
But if she's claiming complete innocence [ A look at Orange, nondescript.] and we've got nothing else to go on...
[ He shrugs. ] I'd say just keep your distance. Not hard to do in a city this size. If you want to.
[ Practical. And based on the way it sounds that White at least is more for waiting it out a pace or so more. They are, naturally, free to do as they please, as ever. ]
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Without looking at Orange, Arthur interjects, ] Pretty easy to do when she looks like an attractive woman who can pass it off as male counterparts overreacting.
[ He says it blandly, but that's half to keep his own sense of reality under taps. Saying this kind of thing is patently Ridiculous but this is a ridiculous dreamscape. Magic. Monsters. And a number of human-looking sorts who aren't really. Saya once said she didn't really 'get' something...emotions or...being polite and impolite, Arthur doesn't remember as clearly as he'd like, makes a note to find that conversation later. He wonders if it has anything to do with ...well, whatever the hell this all is.
The next thing Orange says, well, Arthur doesn't bat an eyelash though inwardly he finds himself more annoyed than before. Right.
But not sight, fine. Maybe some kind of pheromone though that sounds - off of a human-like person and controlled - a bit improbable.
Just like...everything else here.
It's a vicious cycle, re-remembering each turn of thirty seconds the degree of possibility they have to account for.
That in mind, White's suggestion isn't bad. Arthur just isn't sure they know enough to be sure of anything being the right course of action so much as a course of action. They could lie low. They could pursue her further. They could shove this from their minds and just keep their collective distance.
And Eames can er work somewhere else.
Implied.
He ejects the disc and closes the laptop, slides it back into its carrier. ]
Gotta wonder what she thinks she has to hide in a place like this.
[ The bag - not a purse - gets snapped shut, well the snaps do. ]
But if she's claiming complete innocence [ A look at Orange, nondescript.] and we've got nothing else to go on...
[ He shrugs. ] I'd say just keep your distance. Not hard to do in a city this size. If you want to.
[ Practical. And based on the way it sounds that White at least is more for waiting it out a pace or so more. They are, naturally, free to do as they please, as ever. ]