Yeah, yeah.
[ It's not like Eames is going to keep Yusuf from feeding his cat, even if the cans of tuna are his own. ] Let me put the mutt away, then. [ He doesn't want to risk it, anyhow, craning down with a bit of a grunt for the pang in his leg as he collects Pancake under one arm, hobbling to his bedroom to dump him on the bed, closing the door behind him before rejoining Yusuf in the kitchen. ]
Where did you find her?
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