"Leave us." Evie waves a hand at the guard that's watching Eames. He hesitates, but Evie's look is enough to get him- a young, impressionable minion of Raymond's- to leave the room. When the door shuts, Evie already knows he's right outside, waiting. Not that Eames is any sort of threat. He still has orders.

Evie circles Eames, looking at the handcuffs they have him in- proper irons, and she winces for him. She approached him slowly, gloved hands going for the cuffs. it's a few moments, and she's managed to pick the locks, only to recuff him. This time, it's a bit more loose. She jerks her head towards the door, indicating the guard is still there. They've got to be quiet, play the game still.

But she wants to check up on him. Make sure he's alright. He volunteered for this after all, and she doesn't want their ally hurt.

"Treating you well, I hope?" Outside there's so much blood in the air, it takes every fiber of her being to stop herself from giving in. She needs to be sober for this, though her fangs are out in the natural reaction.