Eames is, generally speaking, a private person. Even were he not an international criminal of sorts it would be mostly the same distinction - what he observes in other people he'd rather not people catch on in himself, prefering an easy veil of conversation or simply avoidance altogether if need be that puts everyone at a distance unless he truly trusts them. Though to be honest, it's not entirely a matter of trust either - just the fortunate happenstance of not really liking most people he meets or otherwise comes to know. Eames is so intensely private that submitting to an experimental scan may come to a surprise - except not to himself, obviously, it's not that the entire City will come to know his secrets just by a simple scan, and even the majority of the things he keeps close to his chest aren't technically illegal in the City in the first place.
Besides, what would they even do, put him on house arrest again?
In any case, Eames is on time. He's not sure what exactly they'll find - thinks that he would know if someone had socketed a metal wrench into his brain for one reason or another, headaches or otherwise, the City isn't without dealing its fair share of scars and it seems hard enough to cover up a lobotomy, let alone implanting something into the brain itself. But there are other ways to get to memories, as far as Eames knows, even if he may not know all of them or very many aside from the "magic" presenting itself in this place; Tessa could access his by copying his form and touching his pocketwatch, and that wasn't nearly so intrusive as surgery.
He enters the lobby not long after Olivia, a casual swing to his step with his hands folded neatly in the deep pockets of his loose trousers. As Olivia is who he sees first, he picks his way over to her. It must kill her, working in conjunction with him and their very different philosophies on just about everything - and were he a bit of a more desperate man, he might reap pleasure from it, but for the time being there's only a thin gleam of amusement, as is Eames' general default.
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Besides, what would they even do, put him on house arrest again?
In any case, Eames is on time. He's not sure what exactly they'll find - thinks that he would know if someone had socketed a metal wrench into his brain for one reason or another, headaches or otherwise, the City isn't without dealing its fair share of scars and it seems hard enough to cover up a lobotomy, let alone implanting something into the brain itself. But there are other ways to get to memories, as far as Eames knows, even if he may not know all of them or very many aside from the "magic" presenting itself in this place; Tessa could access his by copying his form and touching his pocketwatch, and that wasn't nearly so intrusive as surgery.
He enters the lobby not long after Olivia, a casual swing to his step with his hands folded neatly in the deep pockets of his loose trousers. As Olivia is who he sees first, he picks his way over to her. It must kill her, working in conjunction with him and their very different philosophies on just about everything - and were he a bit of a more desperate man, he might reap pleasure from it, but for the time being there's only a thin gleam of amusement, as is Eames' general default.