Nope. No booze for the pregnant woman.

She knows she can't have both of these things, she has to make a choice. It sounds like Nancy's choice is the child, and he'll do what he can to help her have that. Eames sighs and lifts a hand to comb his fingers through her hair.

"I'll get you set up somewhere, find you a doctor," pregnant women need those, right. Doctors and whatever. Whatever, they can figure that out, "you can stay here until then."