Arthur follows, jogging a couple steps to catch up. He doesn't say anything, already highly aware that Eames anger might turn on him at any moment. He doesn't know him well enough to judge whether or not that would happen and how bad it would be, but Eames has invited him to follow so he does. He's tense, still listening as they make their way down the street, ready for some kind of ambush even though the fighting's already over.