"Eames!" she gasps and this time she throws herself at him for a hug. Fuck her broken ribs, she needs comfort. He smells the same as always, even shirtless and in his boxers. Speaking of, Boxer can probably smell Bill and Bulls-Eye on her, and she longs to give the dog affection. He also probably smells what blood the rain hasn't washed off.

"I'm sorry- I didn't know where else to go-" She's shaking like a leaf, her breath heavy with alcohol.