Arthur nods at Eames' words, agreeing with the reasoning. Glancing down, he frowns, swirls the liquid in his cup slowly, watching it coat the sides.
It's about on par with how he feels, overall. And it frustrates him, because he wishes he could do more research on it all. But being in France, so far behind the times– it certainly put a stick in the spokes, that's for certain.
"I'm worried we're on the wrong side. Not that I have any evidence; it's all probably paranoia." Arthur huffs at this, sets his cup on the nearby side table.
"But you know me, paranoia is sort of my middle name. Either that or research."
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It's about on par with how he feels, overall. And it frustrates him, because he wishes he could do more research on it all. But being in France, so far behind the times– it certainly put a stick in the spokes, that's for certain.
"I'm worried we're on the wrong side. Not that I have any evidence; it's all probably paranoia." Arthur huffs at this, sets his cup on the nearby side table.
"But you know me, paranoia is sort of my middle name. Either that or research."