When he catches up, Eames spares a moment to frown about the fact the lift isn't here yet, but it's fine. It's good. It's not like all the security personnel on this ship know exactly where they're going.

He'll just... meat-shield and hope. Eames moves to stand in front of Micah so he's between them and anyone who comes down the hallway, the fabric of his clothes audibly straining as he bulks a little just to make sure he's covering them.

"So," he checks the charge on his gun and then glances at Micah over his shoulder with a light smirk, "how's things?"