"Sir?" Eames echoes, almost too surprised by being addressed as such to respond straight away. God he hopes it's just this woman and people aren't going to start calling him sir now. That would literally be a nightmare.

But he registers her nerves and offers a gentle smile. Evacuation plans are useful, and Eames would rather not put her off before he gets the chance to see if any of her ideas might pan out. "Of course," he nods, "Annie. What do you have in mind?"