Eames nods and reaches to take his jacket back - no need to get in the nitty-gritty of things out here with a basically naked teenager. (Young adult? Whatever.) With the mention of police, it does occur to him that this whole scenario would look pretty strange to anyone who happens across them.

With his jacket back in his hands, Eames takes a business card out of the inside pocket and offers it to Simon. There's nothing identifying on it, just a phone number, but the plainness of it should be enough not to forget where it came from. "If you want to talk," he says, offering a gentle smile with it.