She's still more dressed up than Eames, who answers the door in paint-splattered clothes and skin. Amazingly, random spots of paint doesn't compliment his tattoos that well. Who would've guessed. There's a dog padding up next to him, standing slightly behind him and staring up at Natasha curiously when he opens the door.

"Hey, come in." Eames' smile is broad and friendly as he steps aside to let her in, Boxer following suit and standing aside too.