[voice]

[likesbigdreams]

[After a day of getting his head together and browsing through the history of the NV, Eames finally decides to reveal himself to the public.]

Right. So I suppose we're in this together then. In that case, let me introduce myself. [beat] Eames. At your service

Comments

[text]

[caveatwalls]

From London?

[voice]

[likesbigdreams]

[There's a pause before he responds, for more reasons than one.]

Originally. Can I assume the same of yourself?

[text]

[caveatwalls]

Before getting stuck here, yes.

[A pause of his own.] Military man, too, by the sound of it.

[voice]

[likesbigdreams]

I have half a mind to be offended. [Not that he sounds it. On the contrary, he sounds quite amused.]

Who might I be speaking to?

[text]

[caveatwalls]

A text message. [SPECIFICITY, MR. EAMES~]

[voice]

[likesbigdreams]

[A smartass then. Very well.]

Mm, yes, but why? Not a fear of the public, or you wouldn't even bother with the text. Probably just a dislike the public, then. Or maybe you have a distinctive voice you'd rather not share. Of course, that would also make a curious man wonder why.

Your name?

[text]

[caveatwalls]

[Is that deduction he sees? Someone's actually getting half a respect point unnaturally fast. Of course, the deduction is wrong, but no matter. A valiant effort.]

Habit, actually. Texts are harder to trace where I'm from. Sherlock Holmes.

[voice]

[likesbigdreams]

[Result. Eames knew it was a shot in the dark. But Sherlock had been absolutely correct in his quick assessment. Eames figured he would get a better response out of him if he played as well.]

Charmed. Been here long?

[text]

[caveatwalls]

A little over three months now. [Pause.] 2011 here, now. You're from a modern time if you can operate the NV with no trouble. Recent?