Bumping into magical youths in the middle of the night who are woefully underdressed seems to be a thing that happens to Eames way too often.

He's soaked, but Eames doesn't seem in any hurry to get somewhere. Granted, the feeling is unpleasant but it's something you get used to after centuries in England. He's about to bypass Effy entirely, but a wandering fae in the rain is probably worth paying attention to. So Eames slows to a stop by her instead, looking up at the rain and then at her with a raised eyebrow.

"You alright?"