Micah's eyes widen a little. If he's telling the truth -- and frankly, they're not feeling too trusting right now -- then maybe this won't end messily. They find themself holding their breath as they watch Eames, trying to decide whether he's really friend or foe.

But then one of Micah's captors shows up, and Micah, thinking quickly, immediately doubles over with a convincingly pitiful groan. They mumble something about feeling ill and terribly dizzy, their breathing shallow and irregular. The other guy frowns at Micah, then glances at Eames's scanner with pursed lips.

"You don't even have it on the right setting," he says accusingly, just as Micah collapses to the floor as soon as they've fainted. "I told you, if this light's still blinking, it's -- oh, for fuck's sake. Never mind with the scanner now. We need this one awake and coherent."

And then he does exactly what Eames needs and opens the door.