Re: [Dream Training]
Arthur divided the lab with a confident stride, wearing a summer suit the color of iced tea in the morning over clean white button-up. If it weren't for the buff shoes, which differentiated him from the average office ghoul that wore God-knows-what around here, one might suspect that he had recently stepped out of a glass-guarded office. He looked vaguely irritated, as if the expensive shoe might have a pebble in one, or if someone had pushed too many buttons in the elevator on the way down. One or both of them might have noticed that he was unarmed today, a few manila file folders under one elbow replacing the gun holster, or perhaps the first thing that came readily to the attention was the IV bag he held in one hand. It had a very faint orange-ish hue, not unlike the ones that were currently hanging from the poles at the head of each bed like ghoulish lanterns.
Arthur shut the door behind him when he found both of them there. He was not surprised to find them chatting. Eames was chatty, and Hannah did this funny thing where she just matched whatever level of social interaction was presented to her. He didn't give either of them too hard of a look. "Hello." He proceeded to one of the stands, took off the bag that was there, and replaced it with the one he had brought. The extraneous one he hung with his usual lack of waste on a spare stand off to the side, and then he put down the folders. He knelt and started spooling out tubing and making casual adjustments to the monitoring devices on the steel wheeled bedside tables. The whole thing was vaguely medical, only he was missing the scrubs.
"Did you take her through the basics yet?" Arthur directed at Eames, patiently, as if the two of them had been in the room without him for an hour. He knew they had not. He did, however, want Eames to do the basics. He wanted Eames to do virtually everything, Shared Dreaming 101. Obviously not down to extraction, forging or architecture, all of which took far more experience and not a little artistry. There was also a lot of technique in both Eames and himself that Arthur most definitely did not want to reveal to either Hannah or Albin. He trusted Eames to not share too much. Not with him in the room, anyway. There were only two pallets, after all.