Re: [Woods: Atticus & Eames]
Eames wasn't needed. That was the entire rationale behind the company's set up, he wasn't needed except to be made unavailable for people who might otherwise desire his services. He was a man of very expensive leisure and he didn't like being idle long. Books weren't an option, his preference was people but out here deep into the woods, he was limited to solo activities. So: whittling. "So you're pathless. You still found me, anyway," Eames said, comfortably. He sprawled with the loucheness of a lazy man, while still occupied. It was a knack.
"I don't have the patience to read, so we're in good company," Eames's smile invited the other to smile with him. But the name rang a distant bell, a faint one. There were only so many Atticuses about, you see, even if they were all convinced of the merits of books. Given the name, they might be. But this one looked nothing like the glimmer of a memory. Youth. Tattoos. "Eames," Eames stood, wiped shaving curls off his knees and held out a very large palm. "Would you like a beer?" It was hospitable.