Fair enough. Eames orders a whiskey for himself and a glass of water for Ringer. He half wonders why she's going to all the trouble of asking all these questions, but a much bigger part of him doesn't really care. Shrugging a shoulder as he slides the water over toward her.

"How do you think I feel about Daybreak's attempts to push us out?" She can't possibly think there's a single fae who's happy about it.