[ A couple of taps on the screen. Eames eyes it wearily. Unfortunately for the Initiative, a specialist in breaking subconscious security had just joined your ranks. It's his job to dream so he's got this little counter measure to help him differentiate dreams from reality. It's called a Totem, and it works as sort of an anchor to keep him at bay. Tell him he's awake. Unfortunately, whatever force that brought him here sort of forgot to take that along with him. ]

[ For what it is, Eames has a charming smile on. In a suit that screams old money; but in possession of a body language that speaks military. He's calm, but there's a hint of precaution to his movements. He seems to be holding a Silver Briefcase, although that's closed. ]

Network, interesting add-on. With this staggering amount of detail in the dream, I must pay a lot of compliments to your architect. There's that hint of oppression in the atmosphere that feels entirely too authentic.

So if this network extends to my captors. I'm an easy man, I could have sold you whatever it is you were looking for. This is really unnecessary. So let's talk about this, when we're all more awake. Excellent touch, I can't seem to forge and whatever counter measure was put up was a solid one. Let's discuss this as professionals, shall we?

[The feed cuts on to a Hispanic young male, a slightly mischievous grin on his face. Even from the brief sight of him, it's probably not hard to tell he's the kind of kid that'll get into a load of trouble. And he probably will, given time.]

So, umm. Not that, y'know, I'm complaining - I mean, nice place to stay, fancy weapons, free rent. Pretty sweet deal, if you ask me. I've lived in a lot of places, and seriously, this is one of the best, hands down, but... [The grin falters, a concerned frown taking it's place.]

My ship needs me. The Argo II's not any good without it's Supreme Commander. I've got an important mission to lead back home. I wanna help here - whatever I can do to get me back as fast as possible. And, well, what can I say? Separating a guy from his dragon never ends well.

[A pause, as he considers something for a moment, his face still taking on a more serious look.]

...Jason? Piper? You guys out there? Please don't tell me you two're letting me get into this mess by myself.