[By the time Arthur clues in that there's an argument happening, it's already too late for him to just turn around. He can't imagine the sound of the door has gone unnoticed, and Boxer's already up and on his way to greet him, so he sighs and resigns himself to this awkward situation.]
[He comes through to the living room, a paper bag and a coffee from the nearby cafe in his hands. He doesn't quite have the keenest eye, so it's really hard for him to understand who this woman is or why she's here in Eames' house, and Arthur's brain is mostly trying to figure out an exit strategy anyway. No way does he want to get in the middle of whatever this is.]
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[He comes through to the living room, a paper bag and a coffee from the nearby cafe in his hands. He doesn't quite have the keenest eye, so it's really hard for him to understand who this woman is or why she's here in Eames' house, and Arthur's brain is mostly trying to figure out an exit strategy anyway. No way does he want to get in the middle of whatever this is.]
Uh. Hey.