"Disgusting, isn't it?"

He'd spotted Finnick passing through the vampire's carriage, aloof expression matching Eames' own of disgust, and moves across the carriage to him. Looking over Finnick's shoulder at them and how fucking outrageous this all is. Why not just spit on them while they're at it? Fucking disgraceful. And more than anyone, Eames expects Finnick to understand his feelings on the matter. They've worked on so much together, after all.