Arthur stared at Ariadne for a moment, a little surprised to actually find hurt underneath his general overwhelming desire to neuter Eames--which was something else that he wasn't going to examine in his present company or state of drink because he knew it would look too far too green in the current light.

But... she was right. The last thing they needed was to use their one call to get Cobb to bail them out of jail for disturbing the peace--Arthur had no desire to get acquainted with the overcrowded Italian penal system on a first-person basis.

Straightening up, Arthur took a deep breath. Best thing to do was what Eames was good at--cutting his loses. He glanced down the hallway toward the elevator.