[At that tidbit of information, Eames resisted the urge to groan, instead focusing on picking up his steps, tossing a glance at the other man.]

Have you dealt with hostile projections before?

[Not everyone in their business was combat trained and focused, and if worst came to worst, Eames wanted to know what he could reliably expect.

He turned back to glance behind his shoulder, mouth pulling downwards.]

Best not. We barely entered before they were onto us. Something's wrong.

[Had they been expected?]