[ Yusuf is just chilling; elbows braced against a low wall that separates the flow of foot traffic (and keeps him out of the way, no need to make oneself a target if the projections decide to go berserk) and device held a respectable distane from his mouth. ]

Where- [ Spotted first, Yusuf looks around for familiar faces-- plural. It's reassuring to see the familiar, slightly bowlegged gait of the man himself. Not that Yusuf is ever exactly sorry to see Eames' other personas. ] Indeed, here I am. Though, why I am here, is the more pertinent question-- and, [ When Eames is close enough, Yusuf holds the device out. ] Turn this thing off!