[He looks at the necklace in the palm of his hand and then holds it up with a delicate grip that speaks to experience handling finery, despite the dirt under his nails and the beard too many days old to be deliberate. Eames isn't trained in this sort of thing, but a keen eye and many years make him confident in his assessment that she's right. He can't fence it based on his instinct and the word of a prostitute, however.]
I'll have to take it to a jeweller. If it's real, you get your money, if not you can have this pretty thing back.
[He gestures airily with the hand holding his drink as he speaks, and with an absent gesture the necklace vanishes into his fist. The kind of smooth movement of someone with light fingers and a lot of practice putting them to use.]
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I'll have to take it to a jeweller. If it's real, you get your money, if not you can have this pretty thing back.
[He gestures airily with the hand holding his drink as he speaks, and with an absent gesture the necklace vanishes into his fist. The kind of smooth movement of someone with light fingers and a lot of practice putting them to use.]