Eames makes a noise of intense displeasure, both at the sudden vision of what he'd guess was some kind of train massacre, and now this asshole. Eames is very aware of Micheletto's magic now he knows he's there, kinda kicking himself for not noticing it before. He's usually better than that.

The seats nearest to Micheletto rattle like something's trying to rip them away from the wall, and Eames has tensed again, though his expression and voice are perfectly stable as he takes this guy in.

"And who the hell is 'me'?"