[ The way Eames figures, finding another job would just look strange at this point, when he's already made it apparent to Saya he's doubtful of Orange's causations for storming out of the garage in the first place. There's some new mechanic girl she'll be interviewing, at any rate, which should hold her attentions for now while Eames keeps to his own business - or rather, the business of observing, his subject that being Saya. But then Arthur is clicking the laptop shut and putting it away, so he reaches out to pluck the disc from Arthur's long fingers, slipping it back into its case to review again later. He's missing something, he thinks, whether it be supernatural or otherwise he doesn't know, maybe even a red herring, maybe even not remotely important, but it has his curiousity and Eames has always been a bit cattish about such things.
(Also, that how long did it last thing was a totally relevant question, thank you very much. It suggests it's not so much an entrapment of the mind in as much as it might be something related to Saya physically. An aura, maybe. Whatever. Something.) ]
Something to be ashamed of, [ he muses wonderingly to himself, but then promptly shrugs leisurely, turning slightly in his chair to look at the others. ] Suppose that's all I can help you for on this one, boys.
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(Also, that how long did it last thing was a totally relevant question, thank you very much. It suggests it's not so much an entrapment of the mind in as much as it might be something related to Saya physically. An aura, maybe. Whatever. Something.) ]
Something to be ashamed of, [ he muses wonderingly to himself, but then promptly shrugs leisurely, turning slightly in his chair to look at the others. ] Suppose that's all I can help you for on this one, boys.