Upon hearing the word vampires, Jackson lets out a little groan, for effect, even covering his face as though embarrassed.

"Don't even get me started on the bloodsuckers."

He peeks out from behind his hands, turning his head to look straight at Eames. His words are soft, clandestine, despite the lack of potential eavesdroppers.

"As you can see, I'm not very... obligated to Daybreak. And me and them certainly don't see eye to eye." He takes a breath. "What I'm tryin' to say is that I ain't gonna fight with you. We'd make better drinking partners.