Honestly, Eames would rather be told the truth even if it wasn't pretty. He's not one to wail or cry out against the injustice of things, and instead would rather be informed instead of coddled. He appreciated her frankness, even if he didn't quite enjoy what she was conveying. "What happened to him after he was caught? He can't still be living amongst you, can he?"

The confidence does make him laugh, mostly because it's good to hear that he hadn't pegged her incorrectly. "I imagine this can't be any worse than raiding tombs. I'm sure the zombies were nothing new." Mostly, he's teasing. "Though if you don't mind then, I'll be sticking close to you."

He took another drink, putting the bottle between them in case she'd like to fill hers up at her leisure. "Though how long have you been here?"