[ At the sound Eames is already out the door, locking it behind him. Arthur is keeping an eye on Ariadne today, and Eames figures he can just leave those two to their own devices - Ariadne is still hurting, he knows, but there's little anyone can do about that other than spend time with her. But he knows Orange likely isn't on top of his game, either. He's got proper clothes on today as opposed to their previous ride, and he waves before he's climbing onto the bike behind him, fingers notching into the material of Orange's jacket. ]
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