Arthur nods as he opens the case, getting to work quickly and taking apart his gun with practiced ease. It's a slightly quicker process than it was after Lewisham, since Arthur was too frazzled that night to really let muscle memory take over once the live ammo was removed from the situation, and while he's still a little tightly wound tonight it's a much more familiar feeling.

"Maybe next time," he says, glancing up at Eames with something that's almost a smirk. He knows Eames likes to fight and it must have been hard not to get directly involved this time, but he's right that he was more useful elsewhere.