Re: [Dream Training]
Arthur returned Hannah's honest compliment by looking up from the stringing IV tubing into her face and blinking twice. He didn't raise an eyebrow or smile, he just processed and said, "Thank you. You look very trim and smart as well, as usual." He noticed she was in the same outfit, did not say so, and did not criticize the decision in look or word. They had not gone shopping, and she had mentioned that her closet was not walk-in. Abruptly, thinking of it, he smiled, a sideways quirk of his mouth at her of public amusement. Arthur didn't have Eames' command of body language, and didn't falsify things. If he smiled like that it was never false.
His attention went back to Eames. It was a lot like a wash of ice water. The two men didn't know who to trust and though that included Hannah, she was a far more neutral party than either (so far). If they'd been lions, they'd have been circling. Arthur came up off of his knees and made a face at the headmaster metaphor.
"Supposedly it's not more dangerous than any other time you taught a novice." A guess. Arthur gestured at the pallet on the left. It was nicer than the plastic armchairs they'd used before. The number of times Arthur had woke with a crick in his neck was beyond counting. As if getting murdered in dream was not enough, you had to wake up with back pain, too. Not preferred.
Arthur gave Eames a sort of wave toward Hannah. "Start teaching. It's not dangerous yet." He flicked his eyes at the bag he had brought and back. "I checked this one."