Both brows raised up. "You missed that." He thumbed over his shoulder to the casually left out in the open grass skirt and coconut bra he acquired through mysterious means while on the beach getaway. "The hotel sent a gaggle of us to a resort. A week maybe. Sun, beaches, little umbrellas in the drinks." All those things that you'd want in a paradise vacation.
Eames really should just worry about his own knives than his. His was perfectly fine where it was. Safe. Sound. And most of all, ready to cut someone's head off in the time of need.
"Oh. Yeah, about that." He shrugged. "It's a thing honestly. I think we all take it a bit different. See where I'm from, and what I do- death is part of the games and is less than permanent so I was pretty unphased by it." He made a face as he poured a couple inches into his glass again before doing the same for Eames if he had dwindled in low in his drink. "People have died here on occasion and have come back. The last one, she was torched to a crisp," He annoyingly thought to Elektra. "But, next day was right as rain." Sipping his drink he plopped on his bed and crossed one leg over the other.
"But yeah, some here have made some serious lives- some showed up here after death from their own worlds." He shrugged. "A ragtag group of people from all walks of life."