There's an approving smile on Eames' face when the guy turns around to open the door, replying with some vague thanks and affirmatives that are more grunts than words. The content of what he's saying doesn't really matter seeing as he won't remember it later, not with the way Eames immediately descends once the door is open to put him in a sleeper hold.

"Looks like they didn't hurt you," there's a man wriggling in his arms, but don't mind that. He grunts and pulls his grip tighter, debating on whether or not to kill the guy, "that's good."