"Who was that?" Reynard's voice sounds casual, just on the verge of not even interested, almost bored, nothing to show that he cares much about the answer one or the other. Except, of course, the fact that before just now stepping up next to Eames and asking said casual question, he had been nowhere to be seen, heard, nor otherwise in any way present for a good while.

That part might be a bit suspicious, given the timing and the all too intentionally casual tone. "A friend?"