They stood at the door, both hesitant to enter.
"You don't like this guy," Goren said.
"His picture is next to the word 'slime' in the dictionary."
"Eames, we need him to tell us who was in that warehouse with him."
She poked his arm forcefully. "I'm not playing nice with him – you do it."
Goren paced in the hallway outside the observation room, scratching his head. "Okay, okay – how about if you storm out after a few minutes?"
"And you lean closer and shrug and say, 'Women.' See if he responds to that."
"Eames?" He gazed at her seriously. "If he gets too friendly, come back."
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