Well, isn't this a pickle. Eames keeps moving towards her, crossing the street with his hands still raised. Not intending to be at all threatening, he just doesn't like to have these kinds of conversations at a distance - something smells off here, could be anything, but he'd quite like to know what 'anything' is.

He casts a glance over his shoulder and drops his voice a little before he speaks. Wouldn't want to draw any undue attention. "Maybe you shouldn't be living in the city if that's such a big worry."