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Eames could have gone back to Mombasa, he knew he could have, and he could have gone right back to what he'd been doing when Cobb came to find him. But he'd decided not to, after all, it had been a while since he'd been stateside, and he didn't have anyone breathing down his neck (yet) and it had also been a while since he'd gone to visit his mum, so he figured he'd stick around for a while, do some sightseeing.

The first thing to do, after debarking, and being careful not to pay attention to any of his compatriots, at least not actively, and never with more than the faint, gentle recognition of people who'd just spent more time in a plane together than most people spent together at work in a day. He paged through his phone, checking his funds, not at all surprised to find that Saito was a man of his word, and they'd already been paid.

The next thing he did, while waiting for his checked baggage to come around on the carousel, was to check mid-range hotels in the area, looking for one that had a week's vacancy at such short notice, since that was the minimum he was going to need to wait for the world to settle again and start looking for another job. Booking didn't take long either, which he was pleasantly surprised by.

That evening he found himself in the restaurant down the block from the hotel, enjoying a celebratory steak dinner, and collecting details. The way that woman folded her hands, the way that man held his knife and fork, the way the bartender smiled at one of the waitresses. Each of these, and others, were stored away for later perusal, practice, and eventual use. He didn't always have to forge someone in particular, sometimes he just had to be a person other than who he was, background, security and observation and those little details could make or break a character.

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"Might make you feel better." He said with another shrug, scratching at his ear. He'd already gotten his door open then, just leaning against the doorframe, "Look, are you going to come in or not? Wouldn't want to disturb the neighbors carrying on a conversation like this in the hall."

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Arthur's eyebrows furrowed, his frown returning, just looking hard at Eames for a moment before saying, "Hitting you wouldn't make me feel better."

He then continued walking down the hall, toward his room and coming to it, found out he was only a few doors down from Eames' room. With one more look he went into his room and shut the door hard behind him.

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That was actually something of a relief, sure, he'd taken more than a few hits to the face in his time, but it really wasn't his favorite pastime. His brow arched, just slightly, at Arthur's exit. Two rooms between them, that couldn't just be a coincidence, but he had to believe it was, really, because otherwise he'd make himself more paranoid than usual.

He hesitated a moment, but then smiled, carefully tearing the sketch of Arthur off the bottom of his list and padding over to the other man's door, thankful for the thick carpeting that would muffle his footsteps. He folded the bottom edge of the sketch, tucking it into the keycard slot where it wouldn't fall out. That done he returned to his own room, closing the door quietly and setting about putting his list in some kind of order.