[Nancy exhales a sigh of relief as he lets her in. She slides in under his arm- she's a slip of a thing.

Nancy stands near the desk, surveying his room. There was the door, and the window, she noted. Two quick exits, with not much in the way stopping them. It was perhaps the cleanest living quarters she had ever been in.]

Thank you for seeing me, Mr. Eames. I was told you'd be the person to come to.

I came into something that may be of interest to you. Or at least some of your contacts. I've heard you have many?

[Mostly, she listened.]