[Eames wrinkles his nose in obvious distaste for this girl at his door, and his expression doesn't change any at the mention of a commission. The way she clutches her basket does grab his attention however, and he glances over his shoulder back into his room. Just to make sure there's nothing dangerous or of worth out in the open. Nothing that sticky fingers might make off with when his attention's elsewhere.]
[He pushes the door open, not moving from the doorway but there's enough space for her to slip past.]
Get in here then.
[The room is kept neat and clean, significantly moreso than one would typically expect from the kind of person who stays in the boarding houses in the East End. Some writing materials on the desk alongside a bottle of cheap whiskey, muddy boots kicked off haphazardly, and coat and hat discarded carelessly on the bed. Otherwise there's no clutter or much of him in the place at all.]
no subject
[He pushes the door open, not moving from the doorway but there's enough space for her to slip past.]
Get in here then.
[The room is kept neat and clean, significantly moreso than one would typically expect from the kind of person who stays in the boarding houses in the East End. Some writing materials on the desk alongside a bottle of cheap whiskey, muddy boots kicked off haphazardly, and coat and hat discarded carelessly on the bed. Otherwise there's no clutter or much of him in the place at all.]