"Okay. Yeah, good. I mean, do I just move in to a room or is there a procedure? Do I have to tell anyone?" he asked, vaguely moving back in his mind to when he was at university and moving into halls of residence... There was little or no question that he would be moving in to where Eames lived.
Arthur, weary all of a sudden, rubbed his eyes with the heel of his hand. "Coffee with a shot of something would be great," he said softly, reaching out to steady himself as they moved up. He reached for his totem again, shoving his hand into his pocket and turning it over in his hand. It didn't lie to him. It couldn't lie to him. But this was still so strange.
"Eames-" he started softly, but the door dinged and Arthur was sure he hadn't been heard. Obediently he turned his head to look at the other door. MI6? "There's MI6 here? What's the point in that?" he asked, because this wasn't Britain. And even if it was- unless there were other islands? "Do I need a gun?"