Frowning, Ed looked closer at the kid in case he was really unwell or something, and then the name clicked with him. "I'm not that Eames guy. uh, either of them. He said he was... uh, shit, his name was... Danny. Yeah. I'm not either of those two, mate. Sorry. ...You okay in there? Gotta tell you, you look like thrice-boiled shite."
Glancing all round them, he tried to see if there was anyone else around, but at that moment, they were on their own. "Haven't seen your Eames. I'm Ed, though. Ed Jackson."