Re: Janus A/Eames: the 'Stop
The thing about internal injury was it was impossible, unless you were a competent medic, to assess how badly it might be. Eames had never been a medic, it would have required books and learning and not blasting in as the cavalry if the cavalry blew things up and shot people dead. But he didn't know, not from looking. He assumed it was bad, and he assumed it took rather a lot from Janus to switch it out, but Eames blanched.
"As bad as that," he said calmly, and he looked back, blue to threaded-red, with an equanimity it was undoubtedly difficult to feel, just then. "Too rich for my blood, darling. Not my name. Nor my totem. And I shan't give you how good I am in bed, and I can't give away my livelihood. But I don't think you'd want to take any of them, darling. Or do you?"