"Nancy," he says with a smile, trying to read her expression. She does't know who he is, he decides, but that's no surprise. They've never interacted, after all. "I'd be offended that you don't recognise me, but it's been some time, I suppose."

He casts a glance up and down the street, idly wondering how much attention anyone is paying to them. Aside from the odd curious look, nobody seems to care all that much. The beauty of major cities, he supposes - nobody cares about anything that doesn't immediately affect them. "My name's Eames," he adds as he looks back at her, "I'm an... Associate of your ex-guardian."