That text, with the name used, it left Eames in a panic. He didn't even finish the job. Faking a supposed stalker that was going to ruin it all, he got onto the first plane he could. The flight left him in a panic, not able to do anything while he was on the plane and hating that. Hating the panic it left coursing through him.

Practically running from the plane to get in a cab, foot tapping and leg shaking as he counted the seconds until he got to the coordinates Arthur had sent him.

Up the stairs, and to the room, tapping on the door and then stepping back so he knew he'd be seen.

"Better to see you," he said, not hiding his panic. "So, Evan," he said, already moving to step into the room. "What happened? How bad is it? How much of your history are we burning" Asked without thinking about how bad this was.