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[The camera focuses on an amused looking Eames, who is standing in a hallway, looking over both of his shoulders at the mirrors behind him. He opens his mouth to say something, censors himself, then tries again.]

I’ve never been one to mind mirrors, but this might be a bit much, even for me. Is this the work of someone with uncontrollable vanity or is the wallpaper really so terrible?

[He would have thought he was dreaming, but his totem was shockingly real in his hands. He had ruled out kidnapping seeing as how there had been no one to gloat about his predicament when he had awoken nor did he believe he had managed to be killed and sent to some weird after life. But he wasn’t ruling out that this was some sort of elaborate prank. Whatever the case, the reasoning would sort itself out and until then he was going to enjoy the free food and board.

Then, having made his decision, he shrugged, smiling faintly at the camera.]

Well, I won’t kick up too much of a fuss if there’s a decent drink in this place.

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So far I've seen a fair share of the interesting aspects of this place, but I'd rather not experience the bad. Any words of warning? Other than standing too close to the closet and thinking of pole vault poles. Got me square in the gut, that.

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Eames couldn't help but grin at her story, propping his chin up with his palm, leaning onto the table. "Remind me to never get on your bad side. You seem rather crafty." Then, because the devil was in the details, "Why did they hold a grudge against you? And whatever happened to them?"

"Crafty is an understatement." Bela replied, looking amused for a moment. But Eames was right, he shouldn't get on her bad side if he knew what was good for them. "I took something from them that I needed and it ticked them off." A shrug. "They're still around. Here actually."

He would definitely keep her cunning in mind, while at the same time he couldn't help but be curious as just how quick witted she was. He'd have to try to find a way to test it, though perhaps he might change his mind after seeing how well she shot.

That admission made Eames raise an eyebrow, and he took a small sip of his drink, wondering if he should press further.

"Water under the bridge then, I take it?"

She huffed out a laugh.

"More like a truce. I wouldn't say we've forgotten what happened." But it had worked so far and Bela was going to do what she could to not upset the balance.

Bela finished the rest of her glass, pushing it to one side.

"I keep out of their way and they keep out of mine. Best thing for it really, you know?"

"It seems sensible considering the situation." Since there weren't authorities here that Eames was aware of and killing each other wasn't an option. He swirled the alcohol in his glass in consideration, tilting his head to the side.

"Should I ask who they are so I don't associate with the wrong people?" Because he'd rather stay with the ally he knows then go for the unknown.

"You can ask, yeah." Even if Bela doesn't want to talk about them much. "Technically, they're not the wrong kind of people. They're self-proclaimed heroes." She added, rolling her eyes.

Reaching for the bottle of whiskey, Bela poured herself a generous measure. "Their names are Sam and Dean."

It does take a very honest sort of person to admit that their enemies might not be bad people, or 'wrong'. Eames grinned in amusement, quirking a brow.

"Self-proclaimed heroes not your type I take it?" He filed the names away, drumming his fingers against his leg thoughtfully. "At the very least, you won't have to worry about that from me. I won't claim to be anything but a bit self-centered."

He could be honest about that at least.

What can Bela say? She has grown a little in her time here. It didn't mean that she had completely changed from who she was though." Far from it. I'm not a hero myself so why should I associate with them?" Bela had always been on her own side for most of her life, finding it easier.

She took a slow sip from her refilled glass, smiling faintly at his words.

"Well, that's a relief. We have that in common."

"Oh? I would never have guessed." He took another drink, topping off his glass thoughtfully. He supposed tomb raiding had to be a rather murky occupation, and while it was glamorized in things like movies, he doubted it was that easy in actuality.

"Hopefully that won't be a problem here. If everyone's very self-centered it might be hard to work together." Though Eames grinned to show he was mostly joking.

"Funny." She laughed a little, sipping from her glass afterwards. "From what I've seen so far, people are quite agreeable with most things. Banding together when needed."

It was kind of sweet, in a nauseating way.

"I'll be honest. If you ever help me when I need it, it seems highly likely that I will help you in return. A favour for a favour if you will."

"A common enemy or goal will do that." Which makes Eames believe that he should start being a bit more honest about his abilities and who he is. Or at least admit he could be a bit of help in a fight. Well, it might be best to see what Bela could do first.

He nodded at her terms, grinning slightly. "Seems fair enough. I'll do the same for you, but I have a hard time believing that a woman of your caliber would need help, even in a place like this."

"Well. Aren't you just full of nice comments?" But he was wrong about her not needing help. Bela had counted on others from time to time despite how stubborn she was. "I think everyone needs a little help on occasion. No matter how capable they are."

She sipped from her whiskey slowly, allowing the liquid to burn. This glass was going to be her last. "Don't be afraid to ask for help, Eames."

"Take it as an observation, not just meaningless flattery." While he might be flirtatious, usually he didn't give away compliments unless he meant them or thought he could get something out of them. And since they were already going to look out for each other, he had no reason to just stroke her ego.

Her words felt heavy though, and it might just be the alcohol getting to him or the situation that was starting to take shape in front of him. He gave a small nod, grinning at her. "Guess there's no shame in doing so here. We're all in this together."

"If you insist." It was in her nature to be a bit of a flirt and to lull someone into a false sense of security until they didn't know what hit them. But Eames wasn't a mark and Bela wasn't going to con him so anything she said was going to be well intentioned.

There wasn't any shame in it at all. "Exactly. Working against one another isn't going to help any of us." Because Wonderland would win and nobody wanted that.

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