Arthur nodded, glad that Eames had taken the call. Much as he wanted to pull his weight, the more he saved his energy, the longer they could go on. He wasn't sure how long it would last, but he was willing to conserve when he could. Not that it would stop him from doing what he had to.

He waited, smiling as the passenger door open. He crossed quickly and climbed in. The question made him stop, considering option.

"A bar actually. Anywhere off the beaten track, a place where someone might do a bit for a buck and not ask questions." He paused, staring out the windshield before he added, softly. "Prostitutes work well as well. I pay well," he muttered, suddenly uncomfortable to be talking about this with Eames.