Eames sighs, tired and annoyed with this. With all of it.

"It really is like humans are a bunch of animals waiting for the slaughter." He drops his voice a little, but he's reached a point where he's ceased to care too. Probably the closest he gets to a temper tantrum these days. "They kill without impunity, skin the wolves and the shifters, shackle us for our blood, and what? A change in management is enough to welcome them back into the fold?"

He drains the rest of his drink, leaves it on the nearest surface with a shake of his head, "it's a fucking disgrace."