[ Arthur leaves it all to Eames for the moment, drawing his own already-poured cup of coffee to his mouth and leaning back against one corner of the counter. Pancake has taken to scuttling about the floor, his paws never quite gaining traction they require because his movement is so haphazard. Still not sure where to begin, he waits a few moments before saying anything else at all, his glance returning to Yusuf and wondering precisely what the last thing he remembers happens to be. ]
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I assume you still have questions.
[ It's no less than saying Shoot. ]