He's a great dog, one happily wagging his tail and enjoying all the pets and scritches Eames has to lavish him with after bringing back his ball for the millionth time.

They both look up at Laura at the same time as she approaches, Boxer's tail swiping low the way it always does when he's curious, but Eames smiles up at her. She's right, he's a sweet boy.

"Boxer," he answers, instinctively petting his head when Boxer looks up at his name, "and you are?"