Nancy is drinking. Of course she is. She is always drinking if she can help it because since she last saw Arthur, everything has gotten exponentially worse. But seeing Arthur is a bright spot, and she runs to him when she sees him, throwing her arms around him in a mess of gold glittering ginger hair. Cooper is off somewhere else, she's not worried.

"Arthur!" she says, mostly into his chest. "You're here!" of course he was. He and Eames were business associates of sorts, she wasn't entirely sure what their relationship was. But they certainly weren't fucking. No way, no how.

"How are you?" you don't need to ask her how she is. No one likes the answer, and it's easy to guess.