[Brow arching at that, Arthur is for a second more interested in the idea of a cab than actually calling one - the striking absence of too many cars or things like cars always hard to ignore. Another second though and he sighs, hands absently smoothing at his knees as if to clean them off.]
No cab.
I'll...figure something out.
[He has to reroute his mouth from call someone to 'figure it out', though he peers at White again, this time able to focus on him a little more steadily. Again Eames' words come back - made of different stuff, he'd said or something to that effect - White and Orange.
None of his business, he supposes and looks away as he repeats, ] Thanks though.
For the help. [It's the kind of clarification he wants to make, frowning at his own knee as he folds a hand at the back of his neck, feeling the collar of his shirt sticking there. Great.]
no subject
No cab.
I'll...figure something out.
[He has to reroute his mouth from call someone to 'figure it out', though he peers at White again, this time able to focus on him a little more steadily. Again Eames' words come back - made of different stuff, he'd said or something to that effect - White and Orange.
None of his business, he supposes and looks away as he repeats, ] Thanks though.
For the help. [It's the kind of clarification he wants to make, frowning at his own knee as he folds a hand at the back of his neck, feeling the collar of his shirt sticking there. Great.]