"This place can make people do a lot of things." Bela knows that it sounds somewhat vague but it was definitely the truth; a truth that wasn't exactly easy to hear. Eames had to be made aware of the situation he had found himself in and that included the gory details.

She took a swig from her whiskey, then answered his query. "Just outside of London. But I don't live there anymore; I've an apartment in New York."

Bela lacked the ability to remain in one place for a very long time so being here had been a test of sorts. "Or sheer dumb luck." She replied with a shake of her head. "It helps to make friends here, Eames. Trust me."