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“The last time I flew was a flight from London to New York. I took sleeping pills so I wouldn’t freak out, because the time before that was a flight from Stockholm to London and I threw up because it wasn’t long enough for sleeping pills or alcohol,” he explained sheepishly.

“I’ve got other methods of traveling though, but planes are an absolute last resort for me. I can’t do it,” he explained, sitting down beside him.

“Cheers,” he agreed, tipping the ale towards him before taking a bite of steak and groaning. Oh yes, yummy food.

“So, if it’s not too forward, and knowing you being a Forger, what accent do you use most of the time? I mean, hell, London alone I’d hear twenty different lilts during the day. If not more.”

Eames couldn’t even imagine what it would be like to not be able to fly. Everywhere he’d gone he’d done so via an aeroplane. Of course he’d used other options, having travelling the continent via train. There was just something about the convenience of flying that had wondering just what life would be like should he not even have that option. Off the top of his head it would definitely make those times he had to go on the run far more difficult. But then again it would also make it a little easier. Not many people would expect a criminal to just hop on a container ship as their means of escape. Maybe it was something he could look into the next time he was looking for a different way of travelling.

“Least you’ve found ways round it,” he said, offering him a hint of a smile. He knew it couldn’t have been easy to share that bit about himself. Anything that could be considered a weakness wasn’t something many people shared. “Quite certain I’d be dead ifn I had t'find other means of getting out of a country. Mean don’t get me wrong I’ve done the train route, and use the tube all the time when I’m in London but think I’ve b'come just a bit too reliant on the airlines.” Even when Eames went on the occasional holiday he relied on them. It was what it was, he mused as he tucked into their dinner. He had to give Dean credit – the bloke wasn’t a bad cook. Better than what he did when he was on his own.

Pausing in his motions, it took him a moment to think about the other’s question. His accent was whatever he’d felt like and Eames hadn’t really thought about which one his tended to default to. “The one you hear now’s the one I tend to use the most,” he said, understanding all the different accents one could hear in London. “Ifn I’m feeling a bit cheeky I can make it sound like I’m from Manchester. Depends on the situation. Can also sound like your lot, though it’s a bit strange even to my ears.” It was actually quite easy for him to mimic accents. All he needed was to hear it for a little bit and he could turn around and sound almost like them. The vernacular would most likely be off, but the accent would be spot on.

“Will say I hate trying t'mimic the French. Bloody frogs have the worst accents in my opinion.”

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   Eames couldn’t even imagine what it would be like to not be able to fly. Everywhere he’d gone he’d done so via an...