"Don't say that to me like I don't know your "help" likely comes with a side of taking the land we only ever claimed to protect ourselves from the likes of you." There's a bitterness in the way he says it, something cutting and dark and deeply uncharacteristic of Eames. He catches himself with a heavy breath and raises a hand in a silent apology, not that he thinks anything he's said is out of line, but he's well aware that it's counterproductive to go down that road.

God does he really want to keep going now he's nudged that floodgate though.

"Sorry," he says instead, "I'm not here to start a fight, but I'm sure you can understand my concerns. Especially when 'we're dealing with it' is generally code for 'we're doing fuck all and hoping this all blows over.'"