[Eames holds up this sweater.]

Does anyone have anything a bit less gaudy?

[Private to Crane]
[He tosses the sweater aside, casual as ever.]

Right. Port, or something of the like coming up. Chaperons needed from my understanding. Dress warmly and don't say no.

[Private]This place is extraordinarily reminiscent of unconstructed dream space. It's no wonder Mal seems to think we're trapped in a dream world. Arthur seems to be settling in nicely; he always adapts. Jonathan I do worry about.. He needs someone to look after her. I can't help but be too attached, with Fischer and all. I just need to remember ( Read more... )