Arthur's always wary to answer his front door, especially in the evenings. This time is no different, his hand at his lower back and hovering over the gun he's got tucked in the back of his trousers as he answers the door. On seeing it's Eames, though, he frowns, relaxing slightly as he opens the door further so the man can come inside.

"What's wrong?" he asks, clearly not having expected the Forge would show up at all given their discussion the previous night, and especially not in such a state.