Eames actually laughs this time. It's not cruel or mocking exactly, more like the way someone might laugh at a child who's said something charmingly naive, and he gestures broadly between the two of them and the state they're in. "They're already scared of us, and look how that's worked out."

"Fear on its own ever only lasts temporarily," he sighs, shaking his head at nothing in particular, "it's a balancing act. Show them your kindness and your teeth. Let them decide which they'd rather have."